Dunsinane Lyrics

Searching for the newborn king
Heir to a blood drenched throne
Through glens and snow they ride on
Relentless but alone

A kingdom in despair and sorrow
No glory no reward
In fens and woods they fight on
Until the last sword

The king has been usurped,
The tyrant has been killed,
With iron fist and flaming sword ,
Order has been restored​

One last hope remains in Alba
The tyrant's heir is yet alive
One last torch of hope and light
A never ending fight

A land of snow and ice
No sunlight or air
On the hills and into brooks
Broken lances fell​

The tyrants banner flew
A decade proud and tall
The invaders came at dawn
And peace was forlorn

Plucked Alba's crown from her head
Crushed her laurels, burned the blossom
Torn the rose from the vine
To Dunsinane!