[Verse 1] Oh, the mist rolls low o'er the Highland glen, Where the thistle weeps and the heather bends. I wandered far frae my bonnie lass, Her eyes like the loch in the winter's glass. The pipes they wail through the ancient stones, Callin' me back to the windswept moors, But the clansman's blade has claimed her kin, And the blood-red rose wilts in the pourin' rain. [Chorus] Oh, rise ye winds o' the eternal cry! Through the glens and the crags where the eagles fly! My heart it breaks like the shattered shield, In the shadow o' Ben Nevis, ne'er to yield! Highland's lament, forever we roam, In the fire o' the forge and the frost-bit home! Oh, bonnie soul, in the stars ye dwell, But I'll sing yer name till the devil's knell! [Verse 2] The fiddles weep for the lovers torn, By the laird's cruel hand and the oath that's sworn. She danced in the moonlight, wild and free, Wi' ribbons o' tartan flowin' to the sea. Noo the ghosts o' Culloden whisper low, O' battles lost in the drivin' snow, Her laughter echoes in the raven's call, But the chill o' the grave claims one and all. [Chorus] Oh, rise ye winds o' the eternal cry! Through the glens and the crags where the eagles fly! My heart it breaks like the shattered shield, In the shadow o' Ben Nevis, ne'er to yield! Highland's lament, forever we roam, In the fire o' the forge and the frost-bit home! Oh, bonnie soul, in the stars ye dwell, But I'll sing yer name till the devil's knell! [Bridge] (Langsam aufbauend mit Violine und Celtic Flöte, dann explodierend in double bass drums und guitar riffs) And if the fates should turn the tide once more, I'll cross the firth wi' a warrior's roar. No chains o' iron can bind the free, In the heart o' the Gael, eternity! (Soaring vocals, orchestral swell) Oh, the thorns o' the crown, they pierce so deep... But from ashes we rise, in the storm we keep... [Final Chorus] (Grandios, mit layered vocals und full orchestral power) Oh, rise ye winds o' the eternal cry! (Eternal cry!) Through the glens and the crags where the eagles fly! (Eagles fly!) My heart it breaks like the shattered shield, In the shadow o' Ben Nevis, ne'er to yield! Highland's lament, forever we roam, (Forever roam!) In the fire o' the forge and the frost-bit home! Oh, bonnie soul, in the stars ye dwell, But I'll sing yer name... till the heavens fell! (Fade out with melancholic flute and violin echoes)
