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The waves crash on the boat

My soul is full of hate 'n' fear

Bagpipes are ready to play

The arrows are ready to shoot

The ghost of the highlands

Will stop the teutonic knight

In the land of ice and ancient gods

Fate is waiting...For you

(chorus)

My claymore will bathe with blood

The bagpipes will play songs of death

What awaits me on the beach

God, the devil...Or myself.

Hark when the night is falling,

Hear! The pipes are calling,

Loudly and proudly calling,

Down thro' the glen.

There where the hills are sleeping,

Now feel the blood a-leaping,

High as the spirits

Of the old...Highland men.

(chorus)

Shoot in the night

Blood in the sky

Under the northern lights

Life becomes death

Shoot in the night

Blood in the sky

Under the ice and snow

Will be your grave

(chorus)

High in the misty highlands

Out by the purple islands,

Brave are the hearts that beat

Beneath scottish skies.

Wild are the winds to meet you,

Staunch are the friends that greet you,

Kind as the love that shines

From fair...Maidens' eyes.

Madjack the brave