By night they came
Brought fire and pain
Murdered and plundered
And vanished in haze
Fathers and sons
Sworn to fight
And to resist with all their might
For our descendants will be free
We will hold on
Pipes are calling
Summoning us to war
The blare of battle horns
Are calling from afar
Oh brothers of the oath
Let's hear our battle cry
We're ready to die
Gather your weapons
Carry the call
The pipes are playing
With glory we'll fall
Beloved ones
Farewell to you
There's no way back
We follow the tune of war
For our descendants will be free
We will hold on
Pipes are calling...
Oh, we march again
Through mist and rain
Towards the battlefield
Clouds are gathering
Thunder and lightning crushes the sky
As we will crush the enemy"
And if we fall in battle as free men
With swords in our hands
The pipes then will play our requiem
Our names will live on
Till the end of time
When these days have bygone
Pipes are calling...