Highland Hills - Suidakra

I must leave ye now

For peace and glory

I’d wish to tell ye

I’d soon be back

I must leave ye now

To weep and worry

Fare ye well

I won’t come back

Fare ye well

Don’t say haste ye back

Roaming through the graveyard alleys

On a plain of standing stones

I hear them whisper to the fallen ones

«Oh, not again» they groan

A cry of the land is out

To breathe and soar

Through heathen hills

From days of yore

Where the wild winds roar

I hear the storm clouds thunder

They reap and plunder on once green land

So here we stand — for freedoms sake

Like rocks on the shore

And we truely know — for freedoms sake

There is no escape

In the end we stand and fall

Not for glory

Nor for the king and crown

We shed our blood

We’re here — we’re free

And we’ll fight to survive

Fate will test our will

Here on the Highland hills

Slowly it comes off the earth

Gasping for daylight

Entirely entwined with weed

Feeding its breath

With soiled air

It screams out

To the brooding storm clouds

Following the call

For freedom to come