Suidakra Caledonia 1. Highland Hills I must leave ye now For peace and glory I'd wish to tell ye I'd soon be back I must leave ye now To weep and worry Fare ye well I won't come back Fare ye well Don't say haste ye back Roaming through the graveyard alleys On a plain of standing stones I hear them whisper to the fallen ones "Oh, not again" they groan A cry of the land is out To breathe and soar Through heathen hills From days of yore Where the wild winds roar I hear the storm clouds thunder They reap and plunder on once green land So here we stand -- for freedoms sake Like rocks on the shore And we truly know -- for freedoms sake There is no escape In the end we stand and fall Not for glory Nor for the king and crown We shed our blood We're here - we're free And we'll fight to survive Fate will test our will Here on the Highland hills Slowly it comes off the earth Gasping for daylight Entirely entwined with weed Feeding its breath With soiled air It screams out To the brooding storm clouds Following the call For freedom to come 2. A Blackened Shield [A Druids Vision:] I see a hammer smashed upon A burning shield... Nightfall came to join me And with it a nameless fear I ran away through woods of stone I never felt so alone Always looking behind A fear undefined But I was feeling strong as I see It's slowly coming into sight I prepared to fight With giant leaps it came upon me To chain my body To blaze a trail Through my valour To take my gods and my freedom away When eve was fallin' I was almost crawlin' - my fate was sealed Desperately I was fighting and untiringly I stroke back I stood my ground with a blackened shield Nothing would beat me Nothing would withstand my grim attack With my beckoning spear - And a blackened shield Death is all around me But at least I am free Chain my body And blaze a trail Through my valour You won't take my freedom away Then in the distance o' times to come I saw a mon on the Highland shore Gaitherin' troops, beatin' drums Fer freedom to come 3. The Ember Deid (Part II) Travail´s turn brang me tae many a place An´ all this wimplen´ way Yont the lee lang nicht Oh I mind on the days lang begane Sae the mindin´ in yer heid Unrowes afore yer een Frae hours o´ sweet yestreen Aye the ember deid in monie a heid Fare ye well I´m pertin away Aye the wind blaws our weird Right amang yer staur Yer een ance glancin´ Are noo doolfu´ and tired O´ the wanderin´ hours I say farewell tae the warld Mind me weel I say farewell tae the warld Aye, it´s lane an´ cauld 4. Evoke The Demon [Calgacus:] We, the most distant dwellers upon the earth, the last of the free, have been shielded by our remoteness and by the obscurity which has shrouded our name. Beyond us lies no nation, nothing but waves and rocks... Take courage, let us prove at the first clash of arms what heroes Caledonia has been holding in reserve, the Roman army is held together by success and will be broken up by disaster! A cold wind is blowing from the shore Through glens and hills The end is near and nothing will last Take the wind and turn it to a blast Caledonia unite A cold wind is foreboding war I hear the words Which were never carved In stone, never given On solid ground - just sound I hear the words An ancient spell that Will ignite the fire of defiance Ascending voices intonate To evoke the demon Welcoming the fifth season Of the demon I see a line of fires Creeping through the land Bleeding light into the night For all that was good and glorious For all the ones that were and will be Face the incoming flood of men Ten for each pike and hand Face the enemy! 5. Forth-Clyde Days are so dark I can't see it dawning I can't feel my hands anymore I see the night and preach them courage Even when hope is in vain There's no choice, for strength and honour Is accompanied by pain Hunt them down Back on to the shore Hunt them down Where deep waters roar The human blade of equation will Divide the fire from the smoke History will tell who prevailed Since ever blood sealed the times of old I call on Taranaich For to give us strength The wind blows cold When night descends Predicting war The night unfolds Fires of marching men Like an open scar See the fires burn Here at Forth-Clyde Crawling forward Oh at Forth-Clyde There in the darkness At the edge of the world In the shadow of the empire The wind blows cold Calling the words "Cohorts - Regather..." 6. Ramble 7. Dawning Tempest Cohorts! -- Regather! Blood is running down my tiring hands Falling as pure red dew on the ground A pulse of drums fills the air Death is all around me Dea Tacita a grim companion For roman glory A deafening calm Is screaming "forward" And again we face the hordes Painted beasts - in boiling rage Deeply staring into the eyes of inevitable fate Hell's unleashed in screams of agony When first I raised the tempest I call on Mars to guide us Nothing here, nothing else To save us from the storm Sacrifice the world and its Progress to salvation Quirites, sons of Rome Ruins of mankind must be overthrown This is the dawning tempest Now, I am becoming death A destroyer of worlds and A lost soul on a path through ruins Condemned to grow and cursed to follow Ten thousand men on my command Hordes of tribesmen wild and furious Painted beasts -- rage amongst us Colliding worlds so fierce and cold A feast of flesh in the eyes of a crow And again we face the hordes Deeply staring into the eyes of fate A taste of doom sealed with blood Sacrificing the world to hate 8. The Distant Call One day in Fall I headed to the coast My back to the wind, My hairs flowed almost Like the waves on the sea My eyes strayed, free... Carry me over, carry me over Into the distance, far far away Carry me over, carry me over Thinkin' back of the good old times when we heard The distant call No warm farewell, No wishings to be back soon The nights were too cold, So we dreamed of better days Better than today My eyes strayed, free... Long ago on a foreign shore We heard a call as from the gale Many died in the cold embrace o' the sea On dead winds we sailed 9. On Torrid Sand Thousands of conquered lands Shining under the imperial sun We who are about to die Won't salute you and no victis honor To the fallen ones A call for encore From far away O here we stand Figures of a game on torrid sand Gird yourself for the next round of battles For the need of excitement And another glorious parade We lay here dying appealing our fate Countless are the chosen few who stood fast Concealing their fear in the great uproar of cheers when the die is cast There's a beast of cruelty creeping all over the land Nameless are the ones who were begging to live begging to save their lives In a futile dream of a noble state For only power could conquer fate All it leaves is blood and dust on the ground Storm clouds thunder in unison with the crowd A call for encore From far away Screaming for more From far away Oh here we stand Figures of a game on torrid sand Oh here we go torturing our souls On torrid sand 10. The IXth Legion Centuries of fighting - Decades of war lay behind us. Countless were the men we defeated. But now, my brothers, we have to face an Enemy more valiant than all the ones before. The right hand of Rome, the hammer of hispana The IXth Legion... A strong gale is blowin' from north I can see them strike the sails A strong gale as they run ashore A deadly alliance, a grim pact of war Clamouring for battle and Nordic tunes fill the air Hail to the northern wolves Our last hope in times of despair Don't fear tomorrow nor the end For time will testify Our honour and our strength Who was valiant and who has failed Fall to your knees and pray A last word to infinity for your beloved ones You will leave them to weep and worry And if time asks: "Oh where have you gone" No one will ever know... Only the standing Stones No one will ever know... Where they have gone Dark and pale lies the land In the end truth or legend no one knows Only the standing stones I hear the sounds still echo Through plains and hills Through hearts of men For thousand years we stand We breathe and soar Where the wild winds roar 11. Farewell