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 slain

They saw the face, the eyes so sullen
Could only be the young Cuchullain

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 'til he slayed them one by one

And so they came and so they've fallen
At the hands of young Cuchullain

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 Conac, 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