Sword Of The Highlands
Joey DeMaio
Here they lie, gone not forgotten
All the clans from days long ago
In this ground, they rest altogether
Why they fought and died
Shall all come to know
Born with a right
To carry the sword of our fathers
Who fell with their brothers
And ours there below
They may raise our cities
They may burn the land
We may die in thousands
They will understand
We will not surrender
Not one boy or man
Come take the sword of the highlands
From my cold dead hands
He said
Carry the fight on for me
For all the sons of the highlands
Fight for the right to be free
Never be owned
They may raise our cities
They may burn the land
We may die in thousands
They will understand
We will not surrender
Not one boy or man
Come take the sword of the highlands
From my cold dead hands