: Through corridors of darkness black horses ride Shields in the wind we try to hide Thousands of soldiers riding over the hills An not ending river
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: Do you remember, the first son and king Longshanks we call him, death he will bring As we see him coming we running for our lives At the end of the
: Over the mountains and far away Our women and children wait and pray Where the grass is so green and water so clear They are living in harmony and
: They came across the sea from a land of cold and ice With steel and blood we paid, we paid a very high price Took us as slaves and suppressed our souls
: Hang them higher these sons of a bitch Faceless bastards born from a witch Cold wind and rain, in the black of the night Million shining stars our
: With power and glory I fought In one silent moment I was caught In my prison I sit with pride I wait for my last lonely ride Nobles betrayed me behind
came with murder in mind The Campbell gave orders the King had signed Put all to the sword and bring them to death Put on their graves the Laurel wreath
: A nameless day in the mist There is no right to exist Silent screams are calling for vengeance Wind is blowing through my wounded heart Leaving my
my soul my heart will be free Deep in the grave I hear voices above me Watch me die under the black cherry tree The grave diggers guide me Through the
: Scream and die - at the gallows pole Where the hanged are singing songs of despair Hope is the last what they have in mind Songs of revolution are
: Every night my heart starts to bleed When I think about the deepest love I've ever had Every night I lay down the creed - to kill My heart and soul
: I'm sitting in my chamber staring at the floor Hammering my head against the wall I'm screaming at the mirror scrawling signs into the air Tears running
: For glory and fame I wandered the Earth And now I've come back to the place of my birth Where shadows turn human see mountain streams Ghosts of buried
: Hell is covered with sludge and blood Insanity will kill the last man standing Now we are back in times of hate Ignorance will kill the last in line
: Undead rise from their graves to the sky Hell Dogs howl, and on the fields the survivors cry Undead call, the demons from hell From the purgatory,
What have you done Spider - spider The battle has begun His courage and skill brought back the will For my return at Bannockburn We'll never be slaves up to our graves
