In these bleak highlands where the northern winds hum, across the glens of swaying thistles came the rise of Scotland's son. For years the clan's had war'd over land their ancestors owned, but the thunder of saxon tyranny would bring the clan's as one.
The battles were fierce - many dreams had died, as the glens ran rivers of blood. The clan's were weakened by the saxon storm, yet one sword stood alone in the mud. This sword was of William Wallace - a young warrior with fire in his eyes. He would become the son of Scotland, for the Highlands he died.
With the thistle of Scotland enshrined in his heart and the blood stained sword in his hand. They murdered his brothers in a cold blooded reign, but in god's name they'll not kill Scotland.
He fought off the king's mighty armys, leaving trails of death in his wake. Yet deep in the heart of the Highlands, traitors were sealing his fate. So onward Sir William Wallace, in our hearts you'd bethroned king. You died for the freedom of Scotland, forever your memory remains.
With the thistle of Scotland enshrined in his heart and the blood stained sword in his hand. They murdered his brothers in a cold blooded reign, but in god's name they'll not kill Scotland.
With the thistle of Scotland enshrined in his heart and the blood stained sword in his hand. They murdered his brothers in a cold blooded reign, but in god's name they'll not kill Scotland, but in god's name they'll not kill Scotland, but in god's name they'll not kill Scotland, but in god's name they'll not kill Scotland, but in god's name they'll not kill Scotland.
The battles were fierce - many dreams had died, as the glens ran rivers of blood. The clan's were weakened by the saxon storm, yet one sword stood alone in the mud. This sword was of William Wallace - a young warrior with fire in his eyes. He would become the son of Scotland, for the Highlands he died.
With the thistle of Scotland enshrined in his heart and the blood stained sword in his hand. They murdered his brothers in a cold blooded reign, but in god's name they'll not kill Scotland.
He fought off the king's mighty armys, leaving trails of death in his wake. Yet deep in the heart of the Highlands, traitors were sealing his fate. So onward Sir William Wallace, in our hearts you'd bethroned king. You died for the freedom of Scotland, forever your memory remains.
With the thistle of Scotland enshrined in his heart and the blood stained sword in his hand. They murdered his brothers in a cold blooded reign, but in god's name they'll not kill Scotland.
With the thistle of Scotland enshrined in his heart and the blood stained sword in his hand. They murdered his brothers in a cold blooded reign, but in god's name they'll not kill Scotland, but in god's name they'll not kill Scotland, but in god's name they'll not kill Scotland, but in god's name they'll not kill Scotland, but in god's name they'll not kill Scotland.