A Single Pipe Is Heard
Across the silent misty Locke
The pipe tells a tale of shock
Clans clash and the grim reaper comes
Bringing the last cold death spasms
The wounded decorating the ground
Women fill the night with mournful sound
A single Pipe is heard
Down through all the meadows
Chilling like a ghost's bellow
Telling of battle and gore
Of brave men who live no more
In the end nothing can be forgave
What waits now a dark deep grave
A single pipe is heard