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All music composed and performed by Andy Marshall unless stated below.
Bryan Hamilton - Drums
John Becker (www.johnbeckermusic.com) - Strings
Meri Tadić (www.irijmusic.com) - Fiddle on "Guardians" and "Hearth"
Reni McDonald Hill - Bodhrán on "The Declaration"
Kevin Murphy - Highland bagpipes
Mixed and mastered by Spenser Morris. (firstname.lastname@example.org)
Vocals and drums recorded by Reni McDonald Hill at The Cottage Studio, Cairndow, Scotland.
Guitars recorded by Martyn Moffat at Seann Druim Cottage, Isle of Skye, Scotland.
Strings recorded and guitars re-amped by Spenser Morris at Decade Music studio, Chicago, US.
Fiddle recorded by Meri Tadić.
Highland bagpipes recorded by Kevin Murphy.
The hue of her waters is crimsoned with slaughters,
And the blood of the martyrs has reddened the clay;
And dark desolation broods over the nation,
For the faithful are perished, the good are away.
On the mountains of heather they slumber together.
On the wastes of the moorland their bodies decay.
How sound is their sleeping, how safe is their keeping
Though far from their kindred they molder away.
Oh, never to perish, their names let us cherish,
The martyrs of Scotland that now are away.
Track Name: The Declaration
By oppression's woes and pains!
By your sons in servile chains!
We will drain our dearest veins,
But they shall be free!
Lay the proud usurpers low!
Tyrants fall in every foe!
Liberty's in every blow!—
Let us do or die!
Track Name: Autumn Rain
Full of grief, the low winds sweep
O'er the sorrow-haunted ground;
Dark the woods where night rains weep,
Dark the hills that watch around.
Tell me, can the joys of spring
Ever make this sadness flee,
Make the woods with music ring,
And the streamlet laugh for glee?
Sad shall it be, though sun be shed
Golden bright on field and flood;
E'en the heather's crimson red
Holds the memory of blood.
Noble dead that sleep below,
We your valour ne'er forget;
Soft the heroes' rest who know
Hearts like theirs are beating yet.
Track Name: Hearth
Breathes there the man, with soul so dead,
Who never to himself hath said,
This is my own, my native land!
Whose heart hath ne'er within him burn'd,
As home his footsteps he hath turn'd,
From wandering on a foreign strand!
I've wandered through the ancient glens
Where the air is filled with sorrow
and climbed to the highest of peaks
Walked amongst the haunted ruins of my nation
There's nowhere I'd rather be
This is my home
Track Name: Tears Of A Nation
Mourn, hapless Caledonia, mourn
Thy banish'd peace, thy laurels torn!
Thy sons, for valour long renown'd,
Lie slaughter'd on their native ground
Thy hospitable roofs no more
Invite the stranger to the door:-
In smoky ruins sunk they lie,
The monuments of cruelty