Leaving homes alone they battled, As the Devil tempts their deeds While they fought for rights and honor. The lands, the Lochs a bounty, taxes, never to be repaid. Tears flow from surviving hearts. Brave men return home to a land of slaughter, humans replaced with Sheep. As Chiefs and Kings betray them, With heads placed high on wooden stakes.
Blood flows, Red to rivers, from hearts to men's souls.
The rains fall now in Scotland. Least we all forget warriors returned from war, Knowing not of defeat. To find their families and lands gone. Memories turned to water or remains as cold as stones. That is why it rains in Scotland.