Our Claymores Desire
Whispers we'd heard for many a year
But we were so far north they never came near
Then the day came for us Highlander men
It wasn't just where, just a matter of when
Down from the Glens came us Clannish men
To fight for our freedom to cleanse us from them
Soldiers unknown marching so fine
But soon we would meet, it's just a matter of time
Mountainsides so boggy, bracken lush to waist
Trepidation in our hearts, our Claymores desire taste
Shields of wood, Dirks of point
No shiny armour we carry, adroit
The time is nearing our scouts have declared
Intruders now sighted none to be spared
Marching like ants as if on familiar terrain
No care to their flanks, simply constrained
To the mouth of our Glen to these hideous men
Unknown to them, to them descends
Clannish, we many and all
When our ire erupts, our enemies fall
Ahead of them blocked, bails of hay now fired
We have them where they are, soon to expire
Confusion abounds, horses in throw
To whom they look up, administered blow
Arrows aplenty, spears of destiny
Targets hit, as our aiming should be
Reddened eruptions from flesh torn wounds
Claymores thrusting deep, admiring life consumed
Panic abounds amidst limbless souls
Crimson trails confirm our goals
Men of us in deadened taken
Battles like this should never be forsaken
The sporadic scattering of our Clannish men
To their beaten enemy, many lost in ascend
It's not the way we fought, it's how we fought together
When Alba's Clans unite,
"Were never to surrender"
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