"Farewel to the Highlands, farewell to the north.  The birth-place of valor, the country of worth;  Wherever I wander, wherever I rove,  The hills of the highlands for ever I love"    Old days when will was to be strong,  When mighty great lads fought as one  Through standing stones on hills of trust  Oh bonnie lasses wave goodbye  Their men would seek the highland´s night to trap and kill the nobels´ knights  Honourable brave clans  Fills hearts with courage  Running to be free  Gathered upon brother's blade  Bleeding swords, crimson tears  They will never fear...  Honourable brave clans  Feels hearts with courage  Running to be free  Gathered upon brother's blade  And they sealed their fate  Dying or living, they always win  The children of the mist