Culloden, night changes you so
History and mystery merge and circulate
Bloody events, screaming and death
Tales of spectres walking the moor
Ethereal voices riding the wind
Across this open and desolate land
Strangeness burdens me as midnight arrives
Stirring uneasily, breaching my heart
Barrenness, beauty, darkness presides
Shadows playing with my mind
All an illusion ... surely so
Hallowed ground bathed in ancient blood
Jacobite army, restless souls
They continue, troops of the dead
How can one not feel them?
Watching behind the ragged veil
Ghosts of the past holding firm
I walk in silence, cautious steps
Antiquity following religiously
Across this foreboding land
Heavy atmosphere pressing down
Threatening to expose the past
Ice gathering across the moor
Glistening below a half-crescent moon
What coldness runs through me!
Stealing my breath away
This haunted place
Soaked in honour
Soaked in suffering
Soaked in glorious defeat
Amidst the ensuing silence ...
Flee ... I must flee ...
Sleep well my valiant ancestors