ALBA GU BRÀTH - Acroma

Farewell notes are played in the distance

While drops of rain fall late

And dark clouds cover the fields

Coated by blood

The blood scattered of brothers and sisters

The mud spattered with the courage of my sons

The same story has been told many times

In this land of kings and cold

All my companions are here now

Most brave men in the world

We wielded our swords for the last time

Returning the glory to our soil

As the semblance of an old triumph

We felt the enemy’s unavoidable agony

Despite the deeper was the soreness

Everything turned crystal clear in the darkness

While my words can’t be heard

They’re beholding my presence

Tonight the moon is whiter

It’s the moon of my funeral

«In this day we celebrate the victory

Tonight we’ll celebrate our freedom

Thanks to you we recovered our place in the world

Now you have to go, but you will never be alone»

As the semblance of an old memory

Her soft and glentle figure

Covered all my sight

White as the moon

Quietly as a cold winter night

No longer wait

Tonight we’ll celebrate

The victory for us