Marauders

 
Can you hear the pipes and drums
Something riotous this way comes
Rolling in like storms of thunder
Makes their foes shake and chunder
Now shitting, in their English pants
We show our tusks like elephants
Our claymores sharp, just like our wit
If you don’t get slashed you might get bit
For a highland man will make you dead
With his sword, his fists, his feet his head
Cunning as the wolf, ferocious like the bear
He’ll take your life and scalp your hair
And your widows will surely weep
With all their men we’ve put to sleep
Mourn not the bloody bodies, we love the smell
The devil's on our side, we came to raise hell
We’ll leave absolutely no one alive
It’s better for you if you don’t survive
Ten thousand English troops is that your fuckin lot
Watch 1,000 mad Scots take everything you’ve got
Your right to tremble, you’ve been sold a lie
Your generals know you’re all gonna die
When the pipes fall silent, we’ll take you apart
When the drums stop so will your heart
No point in running
No point in hiding
We hate cowards the most