Thunder Rising Lyrics
| Song | Thunder Rising |
| Artist | Gary Moore |
| Album | Wild Frontier |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 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 CÇ | |
| Chullain 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 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 | |
| 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 Connacht | |
| 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 |
| 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 | |
| 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 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 | |
| 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 Connacht | |
| 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 |
| 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 | |
| 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 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 | |
| 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 Connacht | |
| 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 |
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