Testo The Bruce - Scythian

The Bruce

Thunder rolling down in the glen
A thousand horses ride on the wind
The Bruce is calling ‘to arms men and ride!'
To shatter the yoke and gather the tribes
Through thick and thin with wings on their feet
The feel of tartan the smell of the peat
We march to war and straight into hell
St. Andrew be with us, the demons to quell
He’s a hundred foot tall
He’s a wrecking ball
He’s the fire and the fury
Of a jailhouse brawl
He’s a dragon slayer
He’s the king of wrath
He’s a free swinging hammer
Man on a warpath
Through smoke and mist the clans he did call
The cold wind drives them into the fog
The clash of steel and test of the strong
The cross our banner and freedom our song
He’s a hundred foot tall
He’s a wrecking ball
He’s the fire and the fury
Of a jailhouse brawl
He’s a dragon slayer
He’s the king of wrath
He’s a free swinging hammer
Man on a warpath
He’s a hundred foot tall
He’s a wrecking ball
He’s the fire and the fury
Of a jailhouse brawl
He’s a dragon slayer
He’s the king of wrath
He’s a free swinging hammer
Man on a warpath
And we shall hear the cries of war
And drive the from these our shores
He’s a hundred foot tall
He’s a wrecking ball
He’s the fire and the fury
Of a jailhouse brawl
He’s a dragon slayer
He’s the king of wrath
He’s a free swinging hammer
Man on a warpath
Hundred foot tall
He’s a wrecking ball
He’s the fire and the fury
Of a jailhouse brawl
He’s a dragon slayer
He’s the king of wrath
He’s a free swinging hammer
Man on a warpath
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