Scottish Mist
walking through Scottish mist,highland's aboundon the moor's the windswept,rusted ground
brackish days and telltale nights
here the battles fought the clansmen lost
i feel it all round in this ancient,hallowed,curs'ed,Celtic place
the screaming the dying,their steel tipped wounds coursing through my veins
i hear the haunting pipes,the clansmen call my name
they come for me,awa,awa,awa me elders,take me to your highland resting place....
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