| 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 |