A Highland Lament

We are sorrow's children
Torn from Alba's womb
A reflection
Of fallen martyrs
The lifeblood
Of this land
The lifeblood
Of this land

We are sorrow's children
Torn from Alba's womb
We are sorrow's children
Torn from Alba's womb

We are the mountains
Of heather
And the desolate moorland below
Aurora
And darkness
The pathos of the afterglow

We are the forsaken
Ancient echoes
In the breeze
The fallen leaves
Of Autumn
Withering away

We are sorrow's children
Torn from Alba's womb
A reflection of fallen martyrs
The lifeblood of this land
We are the mountains of heather
And the desolate moorland below
Aurora and darkness
The pathos of the afterglow
We are the forsaken
Ancient echoes in the breeze
The fallen leaves of Autumn
Withering away

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