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Suffer not in silence,

for the voices fail to fade,

from southern coast to highlands,

where stronger men were made,

the ritual of tradition,

now carried out by few,

the heather, hills and rivers,

a scene for old and new,

Bonds torn asunder,

heraldry's defeat,

squabble in distraction,

from ruins at our feet,

the noose of betrayal tightens,

lessons are thwarted from sight,

but linger still does the knowledge,

of our ancestors' foresight,

The soldiers and the craftsmen,

the maidens and the wives,

maintained an ancient heartbeat,

that prolonged wiser lives,

the warriors of distant pasts,

whose blood still dwells with ours,

the carvings that tell of battle fears,

and foretell the power of stars,

Memory holds resilience,

Stone lives through the fray,

ancestors in their millions,

died not to be forgotten one day,

Rekindling of valour through idols,

Reemergence of strength through their deeds,

our forbears in memoriam,

who in honour's name fell to their knees.