By night they came Brought fire and pain Murdered and plundered And vanished in haze
Fathers and sons Sworn to fight And to resist with all their might
For our descendants will be free We will hold on
Pipes are calling Summoning us to war The blare of battle horns Are calling from afar Oh brothers of the oath Let's hear our battle cry We're ready to die
Gather your weapons Carry the call The pipes are playing With glory we'll fall
Beloved ones Farewell to you There's no way back We follow the tune of war
For our descendants will be free We will hold on
Pipes are calling...
„oh, we march again Through mist and rain Towards the battlefield Clouds are gathering Thunder and lightning crushes the sky As we will crush the enemy"
And if we fall in battle as free men With swords in our hands The pipes then will play our requiem Our names will live on Till the end of time When these days have bygone
