Song | Red |
Artist | Ten |
Album | Spellbound |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
The mist rolling in from the lochs to the Spey | |
Will rise from the valleys as the dawn comes again | |
We stand here together and prepare for the fray | |
When today could leave our history in flames | |
I look on the faces that oppression has greyed | |
The scars deep within that mark a lifetime in chains | |
The stark legacies of a nation have changed | |
As the history book begins another page | |
The strong urge to fight that was never overcome | |
The spirit burning bright that we shielded from the huns | |
The lost mother tongue never spoken in the light | |
Will echo in their ears tonight | |
For now the last cry of battle has returned to the glens | |
The clan fires are burning in the highlands again | |
We'll fight ‘til the flag of freedom files overhead | |
Till the evil-hearted tyranny is dead | |
And the colour of the battlefield is red | |
From east where the mountains meet the sea to the west | |
We are legion united by the cause from the rest | |
They won't us wanting when our steel's to the test | |
I know every man and will give his best | |
We stare with defiance and our eyes are ablaze | |
We will kill every man who tries to stand in our way | |
We'll cut out their hearts and send them back where they came | |
For our claymores will send them to the grave | |
They can't turn the tide, now the battle has begun | |
The devil take the man, when his soul is on the run | |
The land will return to her long forgotten sons | |
To cherish in our hearts tonight | |
For now the last cry of battle has returned to the glens | |
The clan fires are burning in the highlands again | |
It's time for the million cast aside to be free | |
For we'll drive oppression back into the sea | |
We'll die for the children and the wives we defend | |
The lives and the memories of the proud-hearted man | |
We'll fight ‘til the flag of freedom files overhead | |
Till the evil-hearted tyranny is dead | |
And the colour of the battlefield is red |
The mist rolling in from the lochs to the Spey | |
Will rise from the valleys as the dawn comes again | |
We stand here together and prepare for the fray | |
When today could leave our history in flames | |
I look on the faces that oppression has greyed | |
The scars deep within that mark a lifetime in chains | |
The stark legacies of a nation have changed | |
As the history book begins another page | |
The strong urge to fight that was never overcome | |
The spirit burning bright that we shielded from the huns | |
The lost mother tongue never spoken in the light | |
Will echo in their ears tonight | |
For now the last cry of battle has returned to the glens | |
The clan fires are burning in the highlands again | |
We' ll fight ' til the flag of freedom files overhead | |
Till the evilhearted tyranny is dead | |
And the colour of the battlefield is red | |
From east where the mountains meet the sea to the west | |
We are legion united by the cause from the rest | |
They won' t us wanting when our steel' s to the test | |
I know every man and will give his best | |
We stare with defiance and our eyes are ablaze | |
We will kill every man who tries to stand in our way | |
We' ll cut out their hearts and send them back where they came | |
For our claymores will send them to the grave | |
They can' t turn the tide, now the battle has begun | |
The devil take the man, when his soul is on the run | |
The land will return to her long forgotten sons | |
To cherish in our hearts tonight | |
For now the last cry of battle has returned to the glens | |
The clan fires are burning in the highlands again | |
It' s time for the million cast aside to be free | |
For we' ll drive oppression back into the sea | |
We' ll die for the children and the wives we defend | |
The lives and the memories of the proudhearted man | |
We' ll fight ' til the flag of freedom files overhead | |
Till the evilhearted tyranny is dead | |
And the colour of the battlefield is red |
The mist rolling in from the lochs to the Spey | |
Will rise from the valleys as the dawn comes again | |
We stand here together and prepare for the fray | |
When today could leave our history in flames | |
I look on the faces that oppression has greyed | |
The scars deep within that mark a lifetime in chains | |
The stark legacies of a nation have changed | |
As the history book begins another page | |
The strong urge to fight that was never overcome | |
The spirit burning bright that we shielded from the huns | |
The lost mother tongue never spoken in the light | |
Will echo in their ears tonight | |
For now the last cry of battle has returned to the glens | |
The clan fires are burning in the highlands again | |
We' ll fight ' til the flag of freedom files overhead | |
Till the evilhearted tyranny is dead | |
And the colour of the battlefield is red | |
From east where the mountains meet the sea to the west | |
We are legion united by the cause from the rest | |
They won' t us wanting when our steel' s to the test | |
I know every man and will give his best | |
We stare with defiance and our eyes are ablaze | |
We will kill every man who tries to stand in our way | |
We' ll cut out their hearts and send them back where they came | |
For our claymores will send them to the grave | |
They can' t turn the tide, now the battle has begun | |
The devil take the man, when his soul is on the run | |
The land will return to her long forgotten sons | |
To cherish in our hearts tonight | |
For now the last cry of battle has returned to the glens | |
The clan fires are burning in the highlands again | |
It' s time for the million cast aside to be free | |
For we' ll drive oppression back into the sea | |
We' ll die for the children and the wives we defend | |
The lives and the memories of the proudhearted man | |
We' ll fight ' til the flag of freedom files overhead | |
Till the evilhearted tyranny is dead | |
And the colour of the battlefield is red |