The Last King of Pictdom

They know who they've tread upon
 And they still meet our battle call
 Atlantean wolves, they fight
 Let hawks clean their bones
 Crossed blades of iron await their faulting weary hordes
 We've claimed the Highlands, ours by right and ours alone
 The light is falling, no dawn for Roman dogs
 The last king of Pictdom leads a clan across the moor
 Bring forth those who'd conquer
 Light flames for them to see
 Their heads will hang from my hand
 This reign can never be
 Forced south they're hiding. They have heard our drums of war
 They'd claim the island, but can't take our northern hold
 The light is falling, no dawn for Roman dogs
 The last king of Pictdom leads his clan across the moor
 Bring forth those who'd conquer
 Light flames for them to see
 Their heads will hang from my hand
 This reign can never be
 Cry in the night, the last of them dies
 And I feel the calm hush in the night
 The silence is broken by wolves of the fight
 Dark turns to light, and the blood of the fools is stained to the stone
 Hush in the night, the silence is broken by wolves of the fight
 The know who they've tread upon
 And they still meet our battle call
 Atlantean wolves, they fight
 And let hawks clean their bones