Deep in the heart of the mountain tall
Heard as the forest trees will fall
throughout this land of hill and glen
beats the heart of freedom again.
Hear it echo in the straths
within the capercaillies call
see it in the salmons leap
the heartbeat within us all.
Shaking the stillness of waters deep
waking them from slumber and sleep
crying out in birthing pain
a roar to free the land again.
Deep it lies in celtic heart
a thrumming thread of ancient tune
that speaks of love torn apart
by the pursuit of material gain.
In the air of mountain breeze
lillting through the forest trees
a song of redemption and release
awaken again the ancient ways.
"We are the last people on earth, the last to be free": Calgacus