The Battle of Bannockburn

The wind lashed in our faces

The English found our traces

On moss-covered land

Scotland we defend

At Stirling bridge we try to last

But we fail to stand fast

Blood mingles with pouring rain

Writing tales of pain

Help - Else we will perish

Help - Else we will vanish

Look - Heaven's sign

Look - Ship's graceful lines

White knights appear

Silhouetted against the dark

In the battle of Bannockburn

The table turns

Few knights appear

But masters of the fight

In the battle of Bannockburn

The table turns

They draw their glaming swords

Two knights one horse

How they swing their flail

Ending the bloody tale

Just like a bad dream

English disappear in fog

Finally - Victory

Highlanders' victory