Born as a free heart Suffer in chains Bent to the only will Of the English crown
Highlands and clans fallen in bane Red are the clouds, cold is the rain Long is the path we have to deal Strong is the chant, we have no fear
In defiance of tyranny
Burn it all! And tell them our rage In the years to come Burn it all!
Whispers of sorrow (oh ancient voice) Through the sounds of the war (oh sounds of war) Paint up your face And defend your motherland
We'll remember The stories and the tales Of enemies fallen Drowning in the shadow Death to the tyrant That rules into these lands As rebels began As freemen it will end
