In the mists surounding the mountain of light,
From times long ago,on the ever shifting sands,
And far away by the phantom circles of the moaning sea,
There the pursuer could pursue no more,
And he who had fled no more could fly,
And out on the waste land by the waste sea,
In the light of the first dawn and the first night,
The mountains did ring with the slaughter of battle,
The crash of the battle-axe,spear and the sword,
The screams ofthe horses,and shouts of the men,
Echoing round the mountain of light,
All the long day they fought and they fought,
The pace never slackened,
Till they where laid to the earth,
All the long day and into the night the battle went on,
A hundred thousand lay dead on the earth,
Then a wind rose clear from the north,
Blew through the mists and over the sea,
The warrior bold glanced over the field,
No man was moving,no cry was heard,
Only the moan of the clear north wind,
As it blew through trembling hollow helmets of the dead,
Swaying there helpless hands through the mists,
Then the warrior cryed ,
"come death, come life this battle is done let the new one begin".
Hush, my little child,
For you need your sleep this night.
Tomorrow, I shall join the others
On their way to a majestic fight.
I need you to be strong for your mother
In case I might not return.
Hush, my precious wife,
For your tears are melting my heart.
We have said our goobyes a thousand times
And I still cannot stand for us to be apart.
The wind is blowing and I can hear the chimes
Calling for me to take my leave.
Speak, my Lord and Lady,
Tell me that all be well on this day.
I have a child and a wife that I both love
And who yearns for me to always stay.
For both of you sitting high above,
I give you my life.
by
Jamdin
"Will death soon be here?"I did say to the lady."Like my ancestors before:Listen and you can hear them.I cannot last much longerAnd soon I must go.My wounds are far too deep."
"Dragon, dragon, my love,Always shall I love you.Visions I have seen;In them you are here,"Did answer the lady.
"Be me in those visionsUnder a moon so red?"Recited I to the lady."Gone is my life essenceOnto a ground so barren;Others shall follow me."No more did I hear...
Through the mists they come we swords held high,
voices raised in battle cry,
the highlanders bold charge doon the brae,
to strike feer and hell into there awating pray,
targe held tight and dirk in hand,on they come, come what may,
gaining speed all the time,faster yet they begin to charge,
through the shot from the enamys guns,
leeping ower bog and grass,faster yet they seem to fly,
the clans charge on till sword on musket and dirk through flesh
they come in fast and come in hard
the enamy dosna stand a chance,they strike doon yin,and then another
on they go through the lot,they round again and in as quick,
the enamay sees the chance to flee,
then with there deed and the spoils o war,
the highlanders bold
dissapeier fah sight back into the mists apon the hill,
back through the mists oh time...
