The Lochraith Highland Regiment: Echoes of Alba

∙∙ ∙–·· ––– ∙∙∙– ∙ –·–– ––– ∙∙– ∙– ∙–·· ∙–·· –∙–∙–– (づ ◕‿◕ )づ –∙–∙–– ∙–·· ∙–·· ∙– ∙∙– ––– –·–– ∙ ∙∙∙– ––– ∙–·· 🎧 © 2025 DJ Justice. 🎶 Song and Lyrics. All rights reserved. 🌐 dj_justice on Suno → https://suno.com/@dj_justice 🤖 This composition and its lyrics may contain traces of artificial intelligence. ⚠ Unauthorized use or duplication of this music or its lyrics is strictly prohibited without written permission. 💬 𝓡𝓮𝓪𝓭𝔂 𝓽𝓸 𝓲𝓷𝓼𝓹𝓲𝓻𝓮, 𝓬𝓸𝓷𝓷𝓮𝓬𝓽 & 𝓫𝓵𝓸𝔀 𝓶𝓲𝓷𝓭𝓼. 🌍 We've built a German community for Suno artists! ✨ We are the StorytellerZ, find us on Discord: 👉 https://discord.gg/storytellerz 🧠 Inspired by the wildness that characterizes my state of mind... 🏔️ Origin & Meaning – Echoes of Alba 🔥 The lyrics tell of honor, remembrance, and the unbroken oath carried through generations. A rich, resonant male voice delivers the vow — commanding yet deeply human. 👉 Part of the Playlist Echoes of Alba: https://suno.com/playlist/a7fb3f9e-540c-48bb-9a86-f9274fb87403 Performed by the 1st Battalion, The Lochraith Highland Regiment (Pipes and Drums Division) 🏴 The Lochraith Highland Regiment Founded in the mists of forgotten Highlands, The Lochraith Highland Regiment stands as a symbol of unity beyond clan and crown. Named after the lost valley of Lochraith — a place said to lie between two mountains that never meet — the regiment carries no tartan of allegiance, only the colors of the land itself. Known for their solemn parades and thunderous pipe marches echoing across moor and stone, the Lochraith Highland Regiment bridges past and present — guardians of sound, silence, and memory. ∙∙ ∙–·· ––– ∙∙∙– ∙ –·–– ––– ∙∙– ∙– ∙–·· ∙–·· –∙–∙–– (づ ◕‿◕ )づ –∙–∙–– ∙–·· ∙–·· ∙– ∙∙– ––– –·–– ∙ ∙∙∙– ––– ∙–·· [Instrumental] [Verse 1] The mist still clings to the heather, the glen lies wrapped in dream. But the stones remember. The wind carries names too old to die. We come not as conquerors, nor as sons of kings, but as keepers of the vow. The Highlands do not forget. [Verse 2] They stood before the dawn, when the mists were thick upon the moor. Names carved in the marrow of the land. Brothers bound by oath, by firelight, by blood. No tyrant ruled them, no gold could ever buy them. Men of stone and storm, their hearts sworn to the wind. When kings fell, they stood. Honor endures. The Highlands remember. [Instrumental] [Bridge] By stone and sea, by wind and flame, Scotland, thy name remains. By blood and bone, by honor sworn, we guard thee evermore. For clan and ground, for blood and crown, we stand unbroken, bound. Through time and pain, our oath remains, it shall not be slain. A Alba gu bràth… Scotland forever. [Instrumental] [Outro] And when the pipes fall silent, and the last drum fades to dust, still shall the Highlands sing.