The Battle Of Bannockburn

The wind lashed in our faces The English found our traces On moss-covered land Scotland we defend At Stirling bridge we try to last But we fail to stand fast Blood mingles with pouring rain Writing tales of pain Help - Else we will perish Help - Else we will vanish Look - Heaven's sign Look - Ship's graceful lines White knights appear Silhouetted against the dark In the battle of Bannockburn The table turns Few knights appear But masters of the fight In the battle of Bannockburn The table turns They draw their glaming swords Two knights one horse How they swing their flail Ending the bloody tale Just like a bad dream English disappear in fog Finally - Victory Highlanders' victory --- The Battle Of Bannockburn - Grave Digger