Our people dispersed
Culture eclipsed
The colourful plaid
Outlawed discarded
Colonial migration programs enforced
The commercial curse
The land is sold and nature is raped
Exploited by the beasts
Our remnants
make profits
the Iscariot way
The land needs people
To love and care for it
Repair and heal it
The Bright Ones of these Isles
Must fight the good fight
End the marketing of our kingdom
Viking, Roman, Saxon
Germanic plunder
Before the day is done
We must battle through
Burn their strongholds
Bring them to the alter
There is only one God
Swords pride greedy riots
Hacking the tree of life
We are coming to judge
The present situation
The Bright Ones of these Isles
Colin MacLeod.
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