Thunder Rising
Gary Moore
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 slayed
They saw the face, the eyes so sullen,
Could only be the young C Chullain
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 till
He slayed them one by one
And so they came, and so they've fallen
At the hands of young C Chullain
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 b
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