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Veröffentlicht 28 Tage vor im Other, in album: March of the Highlanders
Fields of Quatre Bras and Waterloo
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Mein Album "March of the Highlanders" erzählt in acht Stationen den Weg der Gordon Highlanders von ihrer Regimentsgründung bis nach Waterloo.
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In the fields of Quatre Bras we stood,
Through fire and steel, we held the wood.
With blades in hand and hearts of stone,
The Highlanders stood not alone.
From Quatre Bras to Waterloo,
We faced the storm, the sky so blue.
For Scotland's pride, we took our stand,
On Belgium’s soil, we made our land.
At Waterloo, the thunder roared,
The fate of Europe on our swords.
With every charge, with every fall,
We answered duty’s solemn call.
From Quatre Bras to Waterloo,
We faced the storm, the sky so blue.
For Scotland's pride, we took our stand,
On Belgium’s soil, we made our land.
In memory of those who fell,
Their names we speak, their tales we tell.
Through victory’s tears and battle's scars,
We honor them beneath the stars.
From Quatre Bras to Waterloo,
We faced the storm, the sky so blue.
For Scotland's pride, we took our stand,
On Belgium’s soil, we made our land.
Through fire and steel, we held the wood.
With blades in hand and hearts of stone,
The Highlanders stood not alone.
From Quatre Bras to Waterloo,
We faced the storm, the sky so blue.
For Scotland's pride, we took our stand,
On Belgium’s soil, we made our land.
At Waterloo, the thunder roared,
The fate of Europe on our swords.
With every charge, with every fall,
We answered duty’s solemn call.
From Quatre Bras to Waterloo,
We faced the storm, the sky so blue.
For Scotland's pride, we took our stand,
On Belgium’s soil, we made our land.
In memory of those who fell,
Their names we speak, their tales we tell.
Through victory’s tears and battle's scars,
We honor them beneath the stars.
From Quatre Bras to Waterloo,
We faced the storm, the sky so blue.
For Scotland's pride, we took our stand,
On Belgium’s soil, we made our land.