13.10.2006 às 18:31:09

Wake alone in the hills
With the wind in your face
It feels good to be proud
And be free and a race
That is part of a clan
And to live on highlands
And the air that you breathe
So pure and so clean

Wake alone on the hills
With the wind in your hair
With a longing to feel
Just to be free

It is right to believe
In the need to be free
Its a time when you die
And without asking why
Can you see what they do
They are grinding us down
They are taking our hand
That belongs to the clans

Not alone with a dream
Just a want to be free
With a need to belong
I am a clansman... Freedom!

Its a time wrought with fear
Its a land wrought with change
Ancestors could hear
What is happening now
They would turn in their graves
They would all be ashamed
That the land of the free
Has been written in chains

And I know what I want
When the timing is right
Then Ill take what is mine
I am the clansman

And I swear to defend
And well fight to the end
And I swear that Ill never
Be taken alive
And I know that well stand
And well fight for our land
And I swear that my bairns
Will be born free

No. No we can let them take anymore
No we can let them take anymore
Weve the land of the free...

Nome:	Nível:	Posto:
Vic Lioncourt	35	Warrior From Hellight
Benjamin Breeg	16	Warrior From Hellight