Coronach

All hail our star and saviour

In times of woe and favour

Ascend in joy and sorrow

Eternally we follow

“He is gone on the mountain

He is lost to the forest

Like a summer-dried fountain

When our need was the sorest

The font reappearing

From the raindrops shall borrow

But to us comes no cheering

To Duncan no morrow!”

Beckon the haar - it approaches

Barefoot in the grey morning dew

‘Neath the slow fading sun, the circle all gather

To honour the false life of you

Be it a war cry, be it a prayer

The last words you spoke, they still haunt the air

The grievers look skyward, yet you bide below

Restless in fire, and let it be so

The roads of the coffin

Are all paved with sin, boy

Don’t run from your calling

Don’t fear the darkness within

Sounding the death knell