March to Glenn Cairn
Words by D. Wade
Music by S. Behrens , M. Fisher, D. Wade
© 1994 by D. Wade and Gothic Productions

In the highland hills of Scotland
Two clans will clash this day
A sunless day of drizzling rain
On both sides the bag pipes play
In the valley they rush to meet as one
A falling one by one
There claymores swinging high and low
The fights not over, until this battle is won

 A many a good man has fallen here
To fight for what he believes
To a better place his soul shall rest
But to Glenn Cairn his body will go
To Glenn Cairn his body will go  

The fields lie torn and muddy
The rivers flow deep red
The blackbirds circle high above
To feast on the mangled dead
The dead and dying are scattered
Some carried out on shields
Their mournful cries of death and pain
Are screamed through out the field

A many a good man has fallen here
To fight for what he believes
To a better place his soul shall rest
But to Glenn Cairn his body will go
To Glenn Cairn his body will go
To Glenn Cairn his body will go----------o

 SOLO

The bag piper he plays a mournful song
As rain drops fall like tears
The priest he reads the deads last rights
As another ones death grows near
The mournful cries of a woman
Are not what the dying need hear
So raise your flagons up real high
And toast them with a cheer

 BASS/DUEL SOLO  

The deads worldly goods are gathered
And placed beneath the stone
As tons of earth are placed on top
To become the fallen ones home
And in this place the dead shall guard
The gates to another realm
For if the fabric of time should rift
Are world shall end in hell
A many a good man has fallen here
To fight for what he believes
To a better place his soul shall rest
But to Glenn Cairn his body will go
To Glenn Cairn his body will go
To Glenn Cairn his body will go----------o