[Intro]
[Dark drums. Low horns. Choir chanting in the distance.]
Ah da da ra…
Ah da da ra…
Ah da da ra…
(Deep choir hums beneath.)
[Verse 1- measured]
Tell me, son, wetin enter your mind?
Na my blood dey run inside your vein.
I raise your hand to hold the crown,
Now na that same hand you raise against me.
Who whisper poison for your ear?
Who tell you say lion fit fear cub?
You forget the throne wey build your name.
You forget the king wey make you stand up.
Now your eyes don burn with pride.
So make heaven judge between us.
[Pre-Chorus]
Blow the horn.
Gather the warriors.
Clouds dey gather for the sky.
The palace go hear my voice.
Prepare…
Prepare for a king’s THUNDA!
[Chorus]
My blade… THUNDA!
My sword… THUNDA!
My words… THUNDA!
You ma son na…
But you go be gone with ma THUNDA!
My wrath… THUNDA!
My reign… THUNDA!
My crown… THUNDA!
You ma son na…
But you go be gone with ma THUNDA!
[Verse 2]
You still be my son… I no deny am.
But throne no know the meaning of mercy.
Kingdom first before blood.
Law first before tears.
I no go shake.
I no go pity.
If your shadow cross my throne,
My judgment go meet you first.
The hand wey bless fit still strike.
Today… I choose the throne.
[Pre-Chorus]
Storm dey rise.
Ground dey shake.
Hear the drums begin to speak.
Every spirit bow your head.
Prepare…
Prepare for a king’s THUNDA!
[Chorus]
My blade… THUNDA!
My sword… THUNDA!
My words… THUNDA!
You ma son na…
But you go be gone with ma THUNDA!
My wrath… THUNDA!
My reign… THUNDA!
My crown… THUNDA!
You ma son na…
But you go be gone with ma THUNDA!
[Verse 3-voice drops deeper, menacing]
Come now, son.
Walk into the circle.
Stand before your king.
No place left to run.
Face the judgment of your father.
Face the weight of your rebellion.
Your knees go bow.
Your voice go tremble.
Today, punishment dey wait for you.
And the storm go answer your name.
[Dark Motif]
[Instrumental. Heavy tribal drums. Choir chanting in layers.]
Ah da da ra…
Ah da da ra…
Ah da da ra…
Ah da da ra…
[Pre-Chorus]
Raise the banners.
Lift the spears.
Let the heavens split tonight.
Hear the voice upon the wind.
Prepare…
Prepare for a king’s THUNDA!
[Final Chorus]
My blade… THUNDA!
My sword… THUNDA!
My words… THUNDA!
You ma son na…
But you go be gone with ma THUNDA!
My blade… THUNDA!
My sword… THUNDA!
My words… THUNDA!
No mercy now…
Only the sound of my THUNDA!
[Choir repeats in layered harmony as the drums grow louder.]
THUNDA!
THUNDA!
THUNDA!
Ah da da ra… Ah da da ra… THUNDA!
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