I must leave ye now
For peace and glory
I'd wish to tell ye
I'd soon be back
I must leave ye now
To weep and
worry
Fare ye well
I won't come back
Fare ye well
Don't say haste ye back
Roaming through the graveyard
alleys
On a plain of standing stones
I hear them whisper to the fallen ones
"Oh, not again" they groan
A cry of the land
is out
To breathe and soar
Through heathen hills
From days of yore
Where the wild winds roar
I hear the storm clouds
thunder
They reap and plunder on once green land
So here we stand for freedoms sake
Like rocks on the shore
And we truly
know for freedoms sake
There is no escape
In the end we stand and fall
Not for glory
Nor for the king and crown
We
shed our blood
We're here - we're free
And we'll fight to survive
Fate will test our will
Here on the Highland
hills
Slowly it comes off the earth
Gasping for daylight
Entirely entwined with weed
Feeding its breath
With soiled
air
It screams out
To the brooding storm clouds
Following the call
For freedom to come