Lyrics
They looked out from the fortress on the hill
There came a single warrior returning from the kill
The spurs wore out from his horse's mane
The bloody hands of enemies that he had freshly slain
His scrawled face, the axe so soiled
Could only be young Cu Chulainn
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 looked at me, 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 the right of one
And so they came and so they fought him
At the hands of young Cu Chulainn
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 of the mighty Ulster man
Battled with the king of Connacht, fighting to the bitter end
No one knew what foolish reason caused his courage to begin
Was it treachery of 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