High it stands among the hills
A symbol of peace, silent and still
But echoes cry from within it's stones
Solid walls built upon warriors bones
If you stand quiet you will hear
The clash of battle, the cries of fear.
Tales of heros and battles won
Foemen routed and made to run
Horses screaming, the flash of steel
Arrows raining as lancers wheel
Then the bards sing of victory bright
Against the Black Wolf and his vicious bite
And of the charge of brave Red Hugh
His mountain pikemen strong and true
Lay your hands upon it's walls
And through the centuries hear their call
Their freedom was struck on a forge of blood
Never forget them in history's flood
