INVICTUS - Bannockburn

The sun goes down, the river red, The English march, the Scots ahead. Edward brings a mighty host, To crush the land they value most. Bruce stands tall, an axe in hand, "Defend the lines, protect the land!" No step back, no turning round, We fight and die on holy ground. Schiltron rise, a wall of spears, Iron rings and zero fears. The tyrant runs, the chains are torn, Victory at Bannockburn! Knights attack, the horses fall, The Scottish pikes destroy them all. Shields smash, the heavy metal bites, The darkness ends the bloody fights. Schiltron rise, a wall of spears, Iron rings and zero fears. The tyrant runs, the chains are torn, Victory at Bannockburn! Scotland free. The chains are torn.