Besedila:
Grave Digger

Dolitician idiots, cruel warriors Backstreet suchers Holy terror, deadly masters Bring us pain, anger and destruction What you need is what you get What

The wind lashed in our faces The English found our traces On moss-covered land Scotland we defend At Stirling bridge we try to last But we fail to stand

Avalon Avalon On the way to Avalon Excalibur will go on Saved from the evil, true to the drake Kept by the lady of the lake Screaming, bleeding, dying

The foul smell of evil hangs over the moores Where in a lonely hut witches dwell. Repelling creatures ageless feared and fitted With powers from the depths

My king won another crown - for Scotland's pride That is what we thought but we were not right Now he rules in London - a faceless king Sold his ancient

You're a precious pearl In a fragile shell With a rose colored skin And the roses smell Your long golden hair Reflecting the light Your emerald eyes

View your time are come The warning from the bell To late to run Let's the scream coming night In the falling of the bombs It's the fly of the worms When

I'm the old man of the mountainsleader of Muslim warriors I hand them the revelating pipe Then they know the after-life Wherever I order suicide You

Standing on a lonely shore, beauty does unfold Kissed by the dawning light, the sea is painted gold Never seen alike before, innocent and pure We never