Lyrics:

They looked out from the fortress on the hill.**lf**There came a single warrior returning from the kill.**lf**The spoils of war hung from his horses mane.**lf**The bloody heads of enemies that he had freshly slayed.**lf****lf**They saw the face, the eyes so sullen,**lf**could only be the young C Chullain.**lf****lf**Thunder rising.**lf**Thunder rising.**lf**Thunder rising early in the morning.**lf**Cities burning,**lf**the world keeps turning.**lf**Thunder rising early in the morning.**lf****lf**The son of Lugh MacEithleen knew no fear.**lf**For just one blow at any foe to tell his end was near.**lf**So many tried to mock this Celtic son.**lf**They taunted and they teased him till**lf**he slayed them one by one.**lf****lf**And so they came, and so they''ve fallen**lf**at the hands of young C Chullain.**lf****lf** Thunder rising.**lf**Thunder rising.**lf**Thunder rising early in the morning.**lf**Cities burning,**lf**the world keeps turning.**lf**Thunder rising early in the morning.**lf****lf**Long ago the legend has it,**lf**how the mighty Ulster men**lf**battled with the King Of Connacht,**lf**fighting to the bitter end.**lf**No one knew what foolish reason**lf**caused this skirmish to begin.**lf**Was it treachery or treason,**lf**or just the idle threats of drunken men?**lf****lf**Thunder rising.**lf**Thunder rising.**lf**Thunder rising early in the morning.**lf**Cities burning,**lf**the world keeps turning.**lf**Thunder rising early in the morning.**lf****lf**Thunder rising.**lf**Thunder rising.**lf**Thunder rising early in the morning.**lf**Young men are dying.**lf**The widows are crying.**lf**Thunder rising early in the morning.