A cold wind is blowing from the shore

Through glens and hills

The end is near and nothing will last

Take the wind and turn it to a blast

Caledonia unite

A cold wind is foreboding war

I hear the words

Which were never carved

In stone, never given

On solid ground - just sound

I hear the words

An ancient spell that

Will ignite the fire of defiance

Ascending voices intonate

To evoke the demon

Welcoming the fifth season

Of the demon

I see a line of fires

Creeping through the land

Bleeding light into the night

For all that was good and glorious

For all the ones that were and will be

Face the incoming flood of men

Ten for each pike and hand

Face the enemy!