A Song of the Morrisons – Where Norse and Gael Unite
This song embodies the Viking warriors shipwrecked on Scotland’s shores, mixing with Highland chiefs to create the unbreakable spirit of Clan Morrison.
Lyrics:
The northern wind howls fierce and free,
O’er restless waves and storm-torn sea.
A Viking ship, a Highland shore,
The old gods call – our blood is war!
From Odin’s halls, from Celtic stone,
We carved our fate, we stand alone.
Steel and thunder, flame and fight,
The Norse and Gael are bound in might!
By rune and prayer, by sword and land,
We took our place with iron hand.
No master’s chain, no tyrant’s law,
We forge our path, we fear no foe!
Blood of the North, fierce and strong,
Norsemen’s fire, the Highland’s song!
Dùn Èistein stands, proud and tall,
By sea and sword, we’ll never fall!
The brieves of Lewis held the line,
By justice ruled, by war defined.
With Viking fury, Highland pride,
We ride the storm, we will not hide!
By rune and prayer, by sword and land,
We took our place with iron hand.
No master’s chain, no tyrant’s law,
We forge our path, we fear no foe!
Blood of the North, fierce and strong,
Norsemen’s fire, the Highland’s song!
Dùn Èistein stands, proud and tall,
By sea and sword, we’ll never fall!
Born of thunder, sons of flame,
Shield to shield, we call our name!
Scars of battle, hearts unbowed,
Morrison’s pride will echo loud!
Blood of the North, fierce and strong,
Norsemen’s fire, the Highland’s song!
Dùn Èistein stands, proud and tall,
By sea and sword, we’ll never fall!
We are the storm, we are the tide…
Sons of Odin, Scotland’s pride…