Gary Moore - Thunder Rising lyrics

They looked out from the fortress on the hill

There came a single warrior returning from the kill

The spoils of war hung from his horses mane

The bloody heads of enemies that he had freshly slain

They saw the face, the eyes so sullen

Could only be the young Cuchullain

Thunder rising

Thunder rising

Thunder rising, early in the morning

Cities burning

The world keeps turning

Thunder rising, early in the morning

The son of Lugh MacEithleen knew no fear

For just one blow at any foe to tell his end was near

So many tried to mock this Celtic son

They taunted and they teased him 'til he slayed them one by one

And so they came and so they've fallen

At the hands of young Cuchullain

Thunder rising

Thunder rising

Thunder rising, early in the morning

Cities burning

The world keeps turning

Thunder rising, early in the morning

Long ago the legend has it, how the mighty Ulster men

Battled with the King of Conac, fighting to the bitter end

No one knew what foolish reason caused this skirmish to begin

Was it treachery or treason or just the idle threats of drunken men?

Thunder rising

Thunder rising

Thunder rising, early in the morning

Cities burning

The world keeps turning

Thunder rising, early in the morning

Thunder rising

Thunder rising

Thunder rising, early in the morning

Young men are dying

The widows are crying

Thunder rising, early in the morning