We fled for our lives on a winter's eve, Cold but unheeded, we left with speed. The roundheads they had come this night, Our gallant people ? But blood
[bonus song] We fled for our lives on a winter's eve, Cold but unheeded, we left with speed. The roundheads they had come this night, Our gallant people
Prevod: Cruachan. To Hell Ali bi Connaught.
