Blood In The Loch, Freedom Flowing Fjord

By loch and glen, the shadows grow
The heather drinks the twilight’s glow
With Robert’s men, we ride as one
Beneath the moon, behind the sun

The confessor marches with blades of steel
Their boots do crush the Highland’s keel
But o’er the fjord, the echoes ring
With battle songs we proudly sing

Through mist and stone, our paths are made
The sword our guide, the bow our trade
The stag does leap, the raven cries
And freedom lights the coldest skies

We strike by night, a shadow’s blade
In Bruce’s name, the price is paid
For every glen their red blood stains
The clans grow strong, the crown remains

O Scotland fair, thy lochs so wide
Thy warriors fight with boundless pride
From fjord to crag, thy heart does roar
A land of might forevermore