Thunder Rising Songtext
von Pythia

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 horse′s mane
The bloody heads of enemies
That he had freshly slain
They saw the face, the eyes so solid
Could only be the 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, Mac Etli, 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 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
How the mighty Ulster man
Battled with the king of Connacht
Fighting 'til 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 and dying
The world keeps turning
Thunder rising early in the morning