He came in the dark night
Few men at his side
Black Douglasґarm for the Bruce
They could not loose
Stab Red Conym down
He wonґt wear a crown
Fight and kill we will
Win the Battle of Louden Hill
The heart of a lion
The blood of kings
A sword like thunder
Death he will bring
I AM THE BRUCE — THE KING THE LION
I AM THE BRUCE — THE MASTER OF WAR
MARCH AGAINST ME — PAY IN BLOOD
I RULE FOVERVERMORE
The Bruce was crowned at Scone
His glory shone
Still the English are marching
Weґll meet them at Sterling
One ґgainst three we stand
Fight for your land
The Battle of Bannockburn
A lesson they did learn