[INTRO – FINGERPICKED GUITAR IN D DORIAN, BAGPIPE DRONE BEHIND] [SOFT FIDDLE MELODY ENTERS AFTER 4 BARS] [VERSE 1 – VOCAL ENTERS GENTLY] Oh the wind it howled on Draoch's high hill, Where the black tide rose wi’ a hunger to kill. The fire fell red on the ancient stone, An’ the gates of the castle stood proud but alone. [BAGPIPE SWELLS GENTLY UNDER NEXT VERSE] From the north they came in a storm-wrought wave, Beasts in the shape o' men, none could save. But the banner o’ light at the tower did fly, An’ our hearts they held, though we feared to die. [FIDDLE TAKES A SHORT LAMENTING PHRASE – THEN PAUSES] [BODHRÁN BEGINS – SLOW, HEARTBEAT RHYTHM] [VERSE 2 – VOCAL MORE INTENSE] Lady Briann o’ the Silver Glen, Led us forth wi’ the strength o’ ten. Wi’ her sword like flame an’ her eyes like night, She danced through the dark in the pale moonlight. [BAGPIPES ENTER FULLY – SUPPORT, NOT OVERPOWER] The battle raged ‘til the mountain shook, An’ the blood ran black in the river’s crook. The King o’ Crows on his shadowed throne, Fell by the gate that he sought to own. [INSTRUMENTAL INTERLUDE – FIDDLE SOLO (MOURNFUL), BACKED BY GUITAR AND DRUM] [BAGPIPES REST – RETURN IN NEXT VERSE] [VERSE 3 – VOCAL SOFTENS AGAIN – LAMENTATION BEGINS] But oh, the price that we paid that day, As the sun rose slow o’er the fields o’ gray. For the Lady lay still where the poppies grow, Wi’ a rose in her hand an’ her sword sunk low. [SOFT BAGPIPE DRONE RETURNS – LOW AND SOMBER] An’ the castle stands, but the halls are bare, Ghosts o’ the fallen still wander there. We won the light, but we lost the flame— An’ none who stood there came home the same. [FINAL VERSE – A CAPPELLA FIRST 4 LINES, THEN GUITAR AND FIDDLE JOIN GENTLY] Oh sing nae more o’ the war and pride, But weep for the kin that the shadows tried. Raise a glass to the brave and the gone, To Caer Draoch’s fall — and her silent dawn. [OUTRO – FIDDLE PLAYS A FRAGMENT OF THE MAIN MELODY – BAGPIPE JOINS ON FINAL LONG NOTE, FADING]
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