Saor piosenki

We are sorrow's children Torn from Alba's womb A reflection of fallen martyrs The lifeblood of this land We are the mountains of heather And the desolate moorland below Aurora and darkness The pathos of the afterglow We are the forsaken Ancient ech...

I see there woods, and I see there thickets, I see there the fair and most fertile of meadows; I see there the deer on the ground in the corries Hiding in mantles of mist. Lofty mountains and resplendent ledges, There dwell my own folk, kind folk of hono...

Full of grief, the low winds sweep O'er the sorrow-haunted ground; Dark the woods where night rains weep, Dark the hills that watch around. Tell me, can the joys of spring Ever make this sadness flee, Make the woods with music ring, And the streamlet la...

There's deer upon the mountain, There's sheep along the glen, The forests hum with feather, But where are now the men? Here's but my mother's garden Where soft the footsteps fall, My folk are quite forgotten, But the nettle's over all. O! black might...

When day fades into night Stars ignite the sky Illuminating sacred stones Mysterious carvings glimmer Revealing archaic prophecies Ghostly whispers haunt the air Evoking ancestral wisdom I stand hypnotised My destiny unfolds before me As I ascend to...

We've been searching for answers in a distant place We've discovered lost wisdom in a long forgotten age We are heathens re-born Sons and daughters of valour and lore We are the haunters of woods, glens, lochs and shores Our blood runs through the veins...

My heart's in the Highlands, my heart is not here, My heart's in the Highlands, a-chasing the deer; Chasing the wild-deer, and following the roe, My heart's in the Highlands, wherever I go. Farewell to the mountains, high-cover'd with snow, Farewell...

Wild cries the Winter, and we walk song-haunted Over the moors and by the thundering falls, Or where the dirge of a brave past is chaunted In dolorous dusks by immemorial walls. Though rains may thrash on us, the great mists blind us, And lightning rend...

The hue of her waters is crimsoned with slaughters, And the blood of the martyrs has reddened the clay; And dark desolation broods over the nation, For the faithful are perished, the good are away. On the mountains of heather they slumber together. On th...

Breathes there the man, with soul so dead, Who never to himself hath said, This is my own, my native land! Whose heart hath ne'er within him burn'd, As home his footsteps he hath turn'd, From wandering on a foreign strand! I've wandered through the anci...

A darkling violet, fringed anew With light that on the mountains soar, A dusky flame on tranquil shores; Kindling the summits as they grow In audience to the skies that call, Ineffable in rest and all The hills slipped over each on each Till all their...

As the ocean swallows the sun Shadows appear on the horizon White headed peaks crowned by the dying light Mark the funeral of day and the birth of the night I begin my ascent Towards the pillars of the earth As I stumble along this meandering path Th...

Buried in this soil Are roots that go deep Like scars etched in the earth Ancient wounds, a reminder Of a distant age When the heart of the mountain Pounded in every proud mans chest Of forgotten oath When blood and honour Spoke to every true man's s...

Mourn, hapless Caledonia, mourn Thy banish'd peace, thy laurels torn! Thy sons, for valour long renown'd, Lie slaughter'd on their native ground Thy hospitable roofs no more Invite the stranger to the door:- In smoky ruins sunk they lie, The monuments...

To truly understand the essence of antiquity Learn the lore of the land Become the atavist Embark on a journey Through the aeons of time èirich! Like the druid And wanderers of old Follow the celestial compass Towards the ether And beyond the i...

By oppression's woes and pains! By your sons in servile chains! We will drain our dearest veins, But they shall be free! Lay the proud usurpers low! Tyrants fall in every foe! Liberty's in every blow!— Let us do or die!