The wind lashed in our faces The English found our traces On moss-covered land Scotland we defend At Stirling bridge we try to last But we fail to stand fast Blood mingles with pouring rain Writing tales of pain Help - Else we will perish Help - Else we will vanish Look - Heaven's sign Look - Ship's graceful lines White knights appear Silhouetted against the dark In the battle of Bannockburn The table turns Few knights appear