Originally released under Àrsaidh name with the same title.
All music composed and performed by Andy Marshall.
Edited, mixed and mastered by Martyn Moffat.
Artwork by Kogaion Art.
Roots
Buried in this soil
Are roots that go deep
Like scars etched in the earth
Ancient wounds, a reminder
Of a distant age
When the heart of the mountain
Pounded in every proud mans chest
Of forgotten oath
When blood and honour
Spoke to every true man's soul
"Scotia's thistle guards
the grave
Where repose her dauntless brave
Never yet the foot of a slave
Has trod the wilds of Scotia"*
Never forget
Their sacrifice
*Verse from the poem "Scotia's Thistle" by Henry Scott Riddell
Carved In Stone
When day fades into night
Stars ignite the sky
Illuminating sacred stones
Mysterious carvings glimmer
Revealing archaic prophecies
Ghostly whispers haunt the air
Evoking ancestral wisdom
I stand hypnotised
My destiny unfolds before me
As I ascend to a higher purpose
Beyond this life
Now awake
I stand free
A Highland Lament
We are sorrow's children
Torn from Alba's womb
A reflection of fallen martyrs
The lifeblood of this land
We are the mountains of heather
And the desolate moorland below
Aurora and darkness
The pathos of the afterglow
We are the forsaken
Ancient echoes in the breeze
The fallen leaves of autumn
Withering away
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Where repose her dauntless brave
Never yet the foot of a slave
Has trod the wilds of Scotia"*
Never forget
Their sacrifice
*Verse from the poem "Scotia's Thistle" by Henry Scott Riddell
Carved In Stone
When day fades into night
Stars ignite the sky
Illuminating sacred stones
Mysterious carvings glimmer
Revealing archaic prophecies
Ghostly whispers haunt the air
Evoking ancestral wisdom
I stand hypnotised
My destiny unfolds before me
As I ascend to a higher purpose
Beyond this life
Now awake
I stand free
A Highland Lament
We are sorrow's children
Torn from Alba's womb
A reflection of fallen martyrs
The lifeblood of this land
We are the mountains of heather
And the desolate moorland below
Aurora and darkness
The pathos of the afterglow
We are the forsaken
Ancient echoes in the breeze
The fallen leaves of autumn
Withering away