Through the foggy hills,

I can hear them,

the singing of bagpipes over the mountains,

the clacking of shields and swords,

as they stand on the battlefield,

painted in blue and white.

Ready to fight for the freedom of Scotland.

One day I hope to walk through them,

those foggy hills and mountains,

and visit the land

that my ancestors sacrificed their lives for.

And in those foggy hills I hope to find answers,

answers to the questions of my lineage.

And maybe someday,

when I pass on to the next world,

and meet those glowing gates

that everyone says are in the sky,

i'll be able to get the answers from them,

my ancestors,

and i'll get to hear the stories,

of the battles on those Foggy Hills.