Scotland Songtext
Fifty scared boys many nests in our way
Me and my friends, yea we'll die there that day
Fickle winds sway the grass here where I lie
My guts in my hands and my gaze towards the sky

I was a child and she was my queen
There was summer sweat, fireflies
Her lips in my teeth
Fireworks hand in hand kept me asleep
I traced all her hairlines to my memory

Take me home to her arms
Flush out the blood of war left in my bones
Bury me in our yard
Show them the cost of land so very far

Back on the battlefield, hope don't exist
We become men but none left innocent
I watch as exploding shells rip apart limb
Oh none of our mothers should know where we've been

I'll be up in the stars
Rotting away, decomposed in our yard
In time we all forget
There might be nothing when we reach the end

My blood spilling out
I can hear my friends cry
For lovers, their mothers
Begging not to die
My body is cold, but my gaze steady still.
If God don't show here then I don't think he will