Screams echoes from the hills Bagpipes of war, crushing through the night Fights going on for years We never give up our rights to live We are the last, fighting against a past
The king is dead all soldiers cried The English killed put us in chains
It is in truth not for glory, not riches, Not honours that we are fighting for, For that alone, which no honest man gives up but with life itself We are the last fighting against a past
The king is dead all soldiers cried The English killed put us in chains
Soldiers, mountains, marshy ground In freedom we trust, death we found Bows and spears serve for the barricades We're fighting for tomorrow, a better decade
The king is dead all soldiers cried The English killed put us in chains