The king of Scots, the mighty Bruce Outnumbered three to one English armies all around, before the day is done For honour we test our swords and ride To battle we may not long survive 2.000 horse and infantry, the enemy appears With axe and spear and shield and lance Through mud and blood, no fear Hand to hand, we turn and face the foe Eye to eye, though hell itself waits below Hacked to pieces, butchery in the field Crimson chaos, die by my hand don't yield Stand! Hold your ground! Pole axe and fire Slaughter around, drowned in the mire Bannockburn, it's so worth fighting for Bannockburn, were off again to war Tooth fang and claw Bannockburn, it's so worth dying for Bannockburn, time to settle scores What's in store? Stab, bite! Gouge, fight! Falling arrows, pierce the whites of your eyes Easy targets, severed heads and war cries Black hearts and flame, still we fight on Across the borders they came, slain one by one Bannockburn, it's so worth fighting for Bannockburn, we're off again to war Tooth fang and claw Down from the glen came the Bruce's men With their standards held high to the sky Into the fray armoured knights and their prey Carnage and mayhem so many to die To the victors go the spoils, nobles are ransomed for gain We are free from oppression. Scotland has risen again English retreat, Edward took flight We won't be beat, this land is our right! Bannockburn, it's so worth fighting for Bannockburn, were off again to war Tooth fang and claw Falling arrows, pierce the whites of your eyes Easy targets, severed heads and war cries Bannockburn, whoa! Bannockburn, whoa!