Death! To the tyrant Death! To the tyrant Born as a free heart Suffer in chains Bent to the only will of the english crown Highlands and clans, fallen in bane Red are the clouds, cold is the rain Long is the path we have to deal Strong is the chant, we have no fear In defiance of tyranny Burn it all! And tell them our rage in the years to come Burn it all! Whispers of sorrow Through the sounds of the war Paint up your face And defend your motherland Whispers of sorrow - oh ancient voice Through the sounds of the war - oh sounds of war Paint up your face - paint up your face And defend your motherland We'll remember the stories and the tales Of enemies fallen drowning in the shadow Death to the tyrant that rules into these lands As rebels began, as freemen it will end Rebel and free Rebel and free La la la la LET's GO!