The iron door that never swings
Guards the hall where hammers sing
Torches blaze with a fiery smoke
Shroud the home of the thunderbolts
Great machines that groan and bend
Bodies black and bead with sweat
And legions of the night march by
Beneath the lightning clouded sky
And all around you hear the sound
Of thunder, thunder, thunder, thunder
Thunder, thunder, thunder, thunder
Voices chant in ancient rhymes
Written on the edge of time
Words of wisdom, tales of doom
Bringing soon unearthly tunes
Shadows chained lie at our side
Strain for the call to ride
And as the mist begins to clear
The bridge to glory soon appears
And all around you hear the sound
Of thunder, thunder, thunder, thunder
Thunder, thunder, thunder, thunder