Thunder Rising
Gary Moore"Thunder Rising" is a song by Gary Moore, released in 1989 in the Pop genre. The song is 5:02 long and contains 41 lines and 243 words.
Lyrics
0:35They looked out from the fortress on the hill.
0:40There came a single warrior returning from the kill.
0:48The spoils of war hung from his horses mane.
0:53The bloody heads of enemies that he had freshly slayed.
1:00They saw the face, the eyes so sullen,
1:03Could only be the young Cuchulain.
1:08Thunder rising, thunder rising,
1:15Thunder rising early in the morning.
1:21Cities burning,
1:24The world keeps turning.
1:28Thunder rising early in the morning.
1:34The son of Lugh MacEithleen knew no fear.
1:39For just one blow at any foe to tell his end was near.
1:47So many tried to mock this Celtic son.
1:52They taunted and they teased him till
1:56He slayed them one by one.
1:59And so they came, and so they've fallen
2:02At the hands of young Cuchulain.
2:07Thunder rising, thunder rising,
2:14Thunder rising early in the morning.
2:20Cities burning,
2:24The world keeps turning.
2:27Thunder rising early in the morning.
2:39Long ago the legend has it,
2:42How the mighty Ulster men
2:46Battled with the King Of Connacht,
2:48Fighting to the bitter end.
2:52No one knew what foolish reason
2:55Caused this skirmish to begin.
2:59Was it treachery or treason,
3:02Or just the idle threats of drunken men?
4:16Thunder rising, thunder rising,
4:23Thunder rising early in the morning.
4:29Cities burning,
4:32The world keeps turning.
4:36Thunder rising early in the morning.
4:42Thunder rising, thunder rising,
4:49Thunder rising early in the morning.
4:55Young men are dying,
4:59The widows are crying.
5:02Thunder 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 Cuchulain. 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 Cuchulain. 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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