Scotland
Sometimes good yet ever stable Running through the veins of all Never failing condemnaton Above all people, you rise tall Tradition with us once rejected defending freedom truth and thoughts Yet the very thing you made us now is the thing that wastes and rots Standing true on point of madness liberty and none of Rome! Yet now you sip the cup of Papists sweetly calling people “home” Once you stood on point of defence protecting freedom, purest thoughts yet now your rituals grab and choke you you´re now the thing you tried to wrought