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There's a creature coming born
Of your pagan blessed
There is thunder coming down
Around your head
Ride the fire now momma
Thunder's come again
A soul to flame and rain down on ya
Red rider said
The hills are running red
Better hide under your bed
Hide your children mother
Thunder red
The hills are turning red
Get on your knees and beg
Thunder red's a-coming
Thunder red
You're reaping nothing more
Than your shamelessness
