Kilts swaying to the ancient drones stutter
a dreadful wail
the chanters start with a lilt
The piper's with bloated faces
flat fingers jerking
stir up sounds strong enough to raise the dead
Some in the ranks sing
following the beating waves
flashing along the coastline
Ghosts of ancestors
worm their way in too
silhouttes shuffling though foggy corridors
crawling up the skin of all
drowning out
the strident sound
The silent moon aloof
so far away
takes the salute