| 歌曲 | Highland Hills |
| 歌手 | Suidakra |
| 专辑 | Caledonia |
| 作曲 : Marcel, SuidAkrA | |
| I must leave ye now | |
| For peace and glory | |
| I'd wish to tell ye | |
| I'd soon be back | |
| I must leave ye now | |
| To weep and worry | |
| Fare ye well | |
| I won't come back | |
| Fare ye well | |
| Don't say haste ye back | |
| Roaming through the graveyard alleys | |
| On a plain of standing stones | |
| I hear them whisper to the fallen ones | |
| “Oh, not again” they groan | |
| A cry of the land is out | |
| To breathe and soar | |
| Through heathen hills | |
| From days of yore | |
| Where the wild winds roar | |
| I hear the storm clouds thunder | |
| They reap and plunder on once green land | |
| So here we stand – for freedoms sake | |
| Like rocks on the shore | |
| And we truely know – for freedoms sake | |
| There is no escape | |
| In the end we stand and fall | |
| Not for glory | |
| Nor for the king and crown | |
| We shed our blood | |
| We're here - we're free | |
| And we'll fight to survive | |
| Fate will test our will | |
| Here on the Highland hills | |
| Slowly it comes off the earth | |
| Gasping for daylight | |
| Entirely entwined with weed | |
| Feeding its breath | |
| With soiled air | |
| It screams out | |
| To the brooding storm clouds | |
| Following the call | |
| For freedom to come |
| zuò qǔ : Marcel, SuidAkrA | |
| I must leave ye now | |
| For peace and glory | |
| I' d wish to tell ye | |
| I' d soon be back | |
| I must leave ye now | |
| To weep and worry | |
| Fare ye well | |
| I won' t come back | |
| Fare ye well | |
| Don' t say haste ye back | |
| Roaming through the graveyard alleys | |
| On a plain of standing stones | |
| I hear them whisper to the fallen ones | |
| " Oh, not again" they groan | |
| A cry of the land is out | |
| To breathe and soar | |
| Through heathen hills | |
| From days of yore | |
| Where the wild winds roar | |
| I hear the storm clouds thunder | |
| They reap and plunder on once green land | |
| So here we stand for freedoms sake | |
| Like rocks on the shore | |
| And we truely know for freedoms sake | |
| There is no escape | |
| In the end we stand and fall | |
| Not for glory | |
| Nor for the king and crown | |
| We shed our blood | |
| We' re here we' re free | |
| And we' ll fight to survive | |
| Fate will test our will | |
| Here on the Highland hills | |
| Slowly it comes off the earth | |
| Gasping for daylight | |
| Entirely entwined with weed | |
| Feeding its breath | |
| With soiled air | |
| It screams out | |
| To the brooding storm clouds | |
| Following the call | |
| For freedom to come |