Caledonia (Into the Fire)
Hold there Clansmen long of face,
Would you fight against your disgrace?
Albion soldiers stormed your place
And drove you to the hills.
Highland soil they hoped to claim,
Put men to sword and heath to flame
Till we with single voice proclaim
No more of our blood they’ll spill.
Chorus:
Curse and swear, Warrior’s prayer,
Clansmen do what clansmen dare.
Men of Albion have a care,
Watch as the flames grow higher.
Up with banner, out with sword,
Live or die upon a word,
Hark as Morrigan’s cry is heard,
Follow her into the fire.
Spear of fire and Lyas flail,
Our swords flash over the Albion tails,
See all the children of the gael
Beneath our burning banner.
Rooster of a fighting stock,
Would you let a Saxon cock
Crow out for Caledonian rock
Fly up and teach him some manners.
Chorus
O’er the hills to Albion’s door,
There flows a stream of Saxon gore.
With sword and mace we shall ensure
Our soil will cost them dearly.
Knights are slain and peasant’s fled,
Now for Wraith the traitor’s head,
We’ll bring it home all dripping red,
For all the Celtic Queenies.
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