see the rolling green and brown mountains

covered with heather like a map of its own

blackheaded sheep watch over the odd little black lamb

while deer look on from the distance

the lochs combine the hills, mark the highlands

while badgers and bats keep the night alive

where fern covers the ground of woods trying to capture the mist

assisted by the purple fields of heather

bagpipes sound from the distance

emphasizing the castle's existence

shrouded by clouds in the clan's tartan colours

to tell legends and mysteries again and again...