Ethereal mist surrounds the stones
In Dál Riata's land of ancient past
Where lie the tribe of rested bones
Stand symbols of power built to last
Stones  that   stand on sacred ground
Still withstanding the test of time
Alongside remnants of burial mounds
With their age-old, carved designs
The once-thriving cridhe na rìoghachd
Dùn Ad rising from a'    Mhòine Mhór
Where stood great kings of hill & loch
In time of peace; in time of war
Through these glens, souls    still remain
Their many    memories fill   each space
I feel the     blood flow  through my veins
I am a part of this historical place