Vents d'Écosse [English translation]

The have forced girls and virgins,

cut the throats of nobles and peasants,

drowned villages in blood,

cries of pain and heartbreak.

They have reduced thatched roofs to smoke

and covered the fields with ash.

Freedom has deserted the tortured

hills of the Highlands.

A man cur with an axe

wearing the kilt and tartan

proudly breaks his necklace of tears

obtained in his dreams of release.

The veils of mist fade away

in the face of the ample spark

aroused by William Wallace,

Flame of hope, brave heart.

The peasantry, rage in their souls,

leave chidren, companions, and dwellings

to bring great hope

to eliminate insults and breached oaths.

Breathe the wind of the uprising,

wave the banner of the unsubdued

listen to the song of the dead heroes

to be able to live as a free man.

All over the people are rising up

to take on the colous with steel.

weapons are brought out from their hiding places

for scotland and for liberty,

Breathe the wind of the uprising

Red anger and lively embers

hear the song of the dead heroes

who are lying in the plain round Stirling.

Breathe the wind of the uprising,

wave the banner of the unsubdued

listen to the song of the dead heroes

to be able to live as a free man.

• Artist:Vae Victis
• Album:Sur les terres du RIF