Alasdair, son of exile Cholla
In your hand I would entrust deeds.
Chant...
The lord of Ach-nam-breac would be killed
by you
Chant...
He would be buried at the edge of the loch
Chant...
And although I would get a blow, I heard
yesterday a sad story
Chant...
That Glasgow was going down.

Losowe piosenki:
Get Away
My True Name
Fly
Kiss You All Over
Blandest
Its Gettin Better
Closer (Further Away)
All or Nothing
Metronome
Remember