Sword Shine In The Highlands

In ancient times was born the Duncan

Among the Druids, the Hunter's son

Sacred to this tribe, a mighty warrior

Every single battle he fought he won

The greatest chief his clan ever knew

All over the Highlands he was revered

Divine blood flowed through his veins

By all his foes his blade was feared

Then the christians came (4x)

The Duncan's clan fought the christians

With fire and steel for many years

But too many christian soldiers came

The Highlands soon were drowned in tears

chorus:

Swords shine in the highlands

The blood of christians flows

Swords shine in the highlands

Yet the one god lie still grows

Statues of the gods now desecrated

Druids slain and holy trees cut down

The Duncan grew old a miserable fugitive

Robbed by the enemy of his crown

His sword was broken by christian might

The old Duncan died stripped of all worth

To Hell his evil wicked soul descended

But the Master sent him back to Earth

Reborn the Duncan the son of a whore

Fathered by the ancient god of the spear

Still remembering his mortal life past

A child he already inspired terror and fear

Growing up in the dark Highland woods

An outcast by birth yet a king by blood

Already a killer and rapist in his teens

Pledged his life to the most unholy god

chorus:

Swords shine in the highlands

The Duncan lives another time

Swords shine in the highlands

Oh! Hear his wicked rhyme

Again he became the fiercest of warriors

Guided by the Master in his war god guise

Swords flock to the mighty Duncan reborn

All youngsters dissatisfied with christian lies

The Duncan clan returned to ways of yore

His blade forged anew amidst pagan cries

Shining swords march against the Christ

Doom of the church fills the Highland skies

Then the christians died (4x)

The Duncan leads his clan into battle

Fighting for the glory of the ways of old

Beheading priests with his Lochaber axe

Finally crushing the foreign faith's hold

chorus:

Swords shine in the highlands

The Duncan rides once more

Swords shine in the highlands

For the glory of the gods of yore

Many a loch reddened by christian blood

No mercy for the Nazarene's slaves

Slaying and killing, raping and pillaging

Piles of christians rot in mass graves

Churches are burnt all over the land

Victory is achieved the triumph of hate

Total destruction for the Master's glory

The Duncan has finally fulfilled his fate

Centuries the Duncan ruled his lands

His rightful rule restored once and for all

All memories of the cursed creed erased

The king had truly heeded the Master's call

chorus:

Swords shine in the highlands

Fulfilled is the Duncan's fate

Swords shine in the highlands

For the glory of lust and hate