Whispers of ages, tales of old In the twilight, fires of lore aglow The hills they whisper of the clan's old boon In soft twilight, under the seventh moon Beneath starlit skies, oh, how they glow Their whispers fade as the wind softly blows Through time, the legends as they unfold In the mist, your tale is brightly sewn Ancient power drawn from granite stone Echoing battle cries that shook flesh and bone Symphony woven with the maiden's voice Shrouded moors where the spirits rejoice Rise the voices in the night, calling Through the tempest, our spirits never falling As love and shadows waltz In the valley where the dragons used to roam Harmonies entwine in the echoing dome On the loch's serene face, reflections of old Where the swords of our fathers were forged, brave and bold Heavy drums pound like the heart of the storm Cries from the deep, where the sirens sing Steel and fire, a reverent offering Whispers of ancients, woven through the mist A tapestry of time, veiled in twilight Through the sacred groves, where the druids stood Resonating chords, in the ancient wood Beneath the moon, the runes they speak an arcane tale A symphony across the skies, yet frail With echoes of the siren's wail Rise again, O anthem of the brave In the heart of night, our names we engrave To the beat of the drums, the clansmen march To the beat of the drums, this endless march Ancestral fires, ignite the dark A warrior's cry, as the raven flies Through battlefields, our legend is forged The elders speak through ancient rhymes Among the ferns we trace those bygone times Spirits of the thistle field take flight As the maiden's voice carries through the night The forge alight with ghostly glow Bearing steel, blessed by the fallen snow Charging forward, no fear to show With ancient pulse and endless flow
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