Dupplin Moor

Verse
At the dawn of light we march our way in land. Armed with our swords, we fear no one, the English will slay this fateful day. This battle will last forever, traveling over the vast landscapes. Our king on his horse stands calling. UNITED WE WILL STAND!

Chorus

Marching to Dupplin Moor we fight for our lives. Taking the souls of the enemies and trying to survive. We kill the treacherous beasts and venture forth to battle on with only glory in our hearts.

Verse

Gathered in the battlefield, our flags flying proud in the sky. With blood on our swords and death on our breath, brothers we fight on this fateful day!

Chorus

Marching to Dupplin Moor we fight for our lives. Taking the souls of the enemies and trying to survive. We kill the treacherous beasts and venture forth to battle on with only glory in our hearts.

Interlude/Solo

Listen all. Our fourth king has spoken. The arrows have been drawn. Our swords are screaming. Our name will not die. Not now. Not ever!