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Over the mountains and far away |
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Our women and children wait and pray |
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Where the grass is so green and water so clear |
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They are living in harmony and without fear |
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One day they came out of the dark |
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We were on a hunt and the dogs they barked |
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They murdered our families and tore us apart |
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As we saw them bleeding we lost our hearts |
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The clans will rise again. Rise |
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We reign with steel and pain |
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Tortured minds, our souls are screaming |
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From the woods the wolves are howling |
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We ride on the ground of our beloved land |
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In rage and anger we walk hand in hand |
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We fall in front spinning our plails |
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We kill like insane and we never fail |
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We yelling the war cry of the clan McLeod |
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The enemies run and we shout out proud |
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The clans will rise again. Rise |
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We reign with steel and pain |
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The clans will rise again. Rise |
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Revenge in our veins |
