Children of the Mist
"Farewell to the Highlands, farewell to the north,
The birth-place of valor, the country of worth;
Wherever I wander, wherever I rove
The hills of the Highlands forever I love."
(excerpt from a 1789 poem by Robert Burns)

Old days when will was to be strong
When mighty great lads fought as one
Through standing stones on hills of trust
Oh bonnie lasses wave goodbye
Their men will seek the highlands' night
To trap and kill the nobles' knights

Honourable brave clans
Fills hearts with courage
Running to be free
Gathered upon brothers' blade

Bleeding swords, crimson tears
They will never fear...

Honourable brave clans
Fills hearts with caress
Running to be free
Gathered upon brothers' blade
And they sealed their fate
Dying or living, they always win
The children of the mist