Here they lie, gone not forgotten All the clans from days long ago In this ground, they rest altogether Why they fought and died Shall all come to know
Born with a right To carry the sword of our fathers And fell with their brothers And ours there below
They may raise our cities They may burn the land We may die in thousands They will understand We will not surrender Not one goy or man Come take the sword of the highlands From my cold dead hands
He said Carry the fight on for me For all the sons of the highlands Fight for the right to be free Never be owned
They may raise our cities They may burn the land We may die in thousands They will understand We will not surrender Not one goy or man Come take the sword of the highlands From my cold dead handsTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
