Pushing giants from the bridges
Pulling angels from the air
Rent the harpy
Savaged wolves
Tamed the ursa bear
Fed my soul upon the wind
Worked the sallow field
Came to trumpets running
Casting hands with solid steel
Rough to certain diamonds
Diamond to the rough
Crossed the raging rivers
Drawing courage at the trough
Bless me back my brothers
Come and march in time
Youth be gone and coming
Swiftly garnered to the line
Coin to king and prophet
Bred to serve and finally rot
Proud to bear the standard
Holding true to heart a Scot
-Hermit King-
