Scott

Hear the Bagpipes call, disrupting the night's cries. As the angels ascend from the heavens lights to bless our Scottish ground. You could hear the soldiers marching, marching pass the blue skies. The skies 'o our grave kingdom. The kingdom of Scotland. As the horses gallop, gallop past the bright green fields, fields whit such beauty. As the beauty of heaven. As the enemy retreats far, far away. Scared from our strength, burning blades and grave determination. Hear hear the Bagpipes calling, hear hear them proudly howling. Amongst the skies of our Scottish blues. Hear hear the Bagpipes calling, hear hear 'em proudly howling. Through the mountains of our beautiful motherland. Rise, rise Scotland will ya? Here we'll fight untill the nightfall. Proudly and grateley standing for our land. Hear hear the Bagpipes calling, hear hear them proudly howling. Loudly and proudly calling. Through our motherland. Hear, hear the Bagpipes calling. hear, hear em proudly howling. Fire burning deep through our hearts, longing freedom we shall not fall. Until the bags are blowing, until the bags are blowing. We shall last forever. SCOTLAND FOREVER! Hear hear the Bagpipes calling hear hear them proudly calling. Whit all the scot's bravery, and never lasting might. Now we shall honor our heros. Fallen for our great leaders. You shall live on forever in our harts. Hear, hear the Bagpipes calling hear hear them proudly howling. Fire burning deep through our hearts, longing freedom we shall not fall. Until the bags are blowing,. We shall last forever. Until the sun is shining. SCOTLAND FOREVER!