[Verse 1]
In a village by the mountains where the storm winds howl and roll,
A boy was born with thunder runnin’ deep inside his soul.
He saw the world in visions, dreamt of things that none could see,
With sparks and coils and currents, he would set the lightning free.
[Verse 2]
Left his home for far-off shores, to chase what he believed,
With nothing but his mind and hands, and magic up his sleeve.
In Edison’s great city, he was just another name,
But he swore he'd bring a fire that could never be contained.
[Chorus]
Oh, the world ain’t kind to dreamers, but he lit the darkness bright,
Bringing fire without a flame and turning day into the night.
Through the echoes of the ages, you can hear the tall tales tell—
Of the man who tamed the lightning, yet was left with just a shell.
[Verse 3]
In the battle of the currents, he would stand against the tide,
While money men and mighty kings all cast his dreams aside.
They stole his grandest visions, turned his brilliance into dust,
But still he walked a lonesome road, a man of steel and trust.
[Verse 4]
From towers high at Wardenclyffe, he reached up to the sky,
To pull the power from the air and let it freely fly.
But greed will always find a way to clip an eagle’s wing,
And silence all the voices that were born too soon to sing.
[Chorus]
Oh, the world ain’t kind to dreamers, but he lit the darkness bright,
Bringing fire without a flame and turning day into the night.
Through the echoes of the ages, you can hear the tall tales tell—
Of the man who tamed the lightning, yet was left with just a shell.
[Bridge]
He spent his days in solitude, just feeding hungry doves,
No riches left to call his own, no whispers left of love.
But when the thunder crashes and the sky begins to glow,
I swear you’ll hear his laughter in the wild electric flow.
[Final Chorus]
Oh, the world ain’t kind to dreamers, but he lit the darkness bright,
Bringing fire without a flame and turning day into the night.
Through the echoes of the ages, you can hear the tall tales tell—
Of Nikola, the thunder king, who knew the lightning well.
[Outro]
So when the storm clouds gather and the wild winds start to cry,
Remember him, the thunder’s son, who touched the endless sky.
