William Wallace

Vocals & Creative Concept: Ekaterina Yaremchuk Historic Footprint — History Lives in Music William Wallace Through the mist of the northern dawn, A voice arose where hope was gone. Across the hills, across the stone, Scotland heard the freedom call. Born beneath a restless sky, He learned that freedom cannot die. No crown of gold, no royal name, Only a heart that feared no flame. From quiet fields to Stirling Bridge, The banners climbed the ancient ridge. Against the steel, against the throne, He stood for Scotland's right to own. Hear the thunder through the glen, One brave voice can wake a thousand men. William Wallace, raise the flame, Let the mountains speak your name. Through the storm and through the night, You carried Scotland into the fight. At Stirling Bridge the morning came, The river watched the fields of flame. Through smoke and steel the battle cried, And Wallace led them side by side. Hear the pipes across the land, Hear the echo of his final stand. William Wallace, wild and free, Your spirit rides from sea to sea. Though the sword may fade away, The dream of freedom still remains. No chains can bind the northern wind, No walls can hold what lives within. And when the darkest hour arrives, A dream remembered still survives. William Wallace, raise the flame, Let the mountains speak your name. Over valleys, over stone, Your ancient voice is calling home. William Wallace, wild and free, Your story crossed the centuries. While the northern stars still shine, The dream of freedom lives through time. Through the mist, the echoes call, Remember... William Wallace.