The Battle Of Bannockburn

[1] The wind lashed in our faces
 The English found our traces
 On moss-covered land
 Scotland we defend
 At Stirling bridge we try to last
 But we fail to stand fast
 Blood mingles with pouring rain
 Writing tales of pain
 Help - Else we will perish
 Help - Else we will vanish
 Look - Heaven's sign
 Look - Ship's graceful lines
 White knights appear
 Silhouetted against the dark
 In the battle of Bannockburn
 The table turns
 Few knights appear
 But masters of the fight
 In the battle of Bannockburn
 The table turns
 [2] They draw their glaming swords
 Two knights one horse
 How they swing their flail
 Ending the bloody tale
 Just like a bad dream
 English disappear in fog
 Finally - Victory
 Highlanders' victory