Saor - Guardians [Full Album]

Lyrics to Guardians [Full Album] by Saor

Tracklist: 01.Guardians 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. 02.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! 03.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. 04.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 My heart My soul My hearth 05.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