March on Blackthorn Keep (Lija Cover)

Highland war march, epic folk battle hymn, bagpipe-driven march

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                           ## **𝑴𝒂𝒓𝒄𝒉 𝒐𝒏 𝑩𝒍𝒂𝒄𝒌𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒓𝒏 𝑲𝒆𝒆𝒑**
                           **clan • banner • spear • fire**
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╭─ ✦ **𝑰𝒏𝒕𝒓𝒐** ✦ ─╮
Once I had a plan...
Now I have a war.
hoy!
Raise the red.
Unbar the heart.
╰─🩸─╯

🏴 ┈┈┈┈┈ ✦ ┈┈┈┈┈ 🏴

╭─ ✦ **𝑽𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒆 𝑰** ✦ ─╮
I rode ere dawn by raven hill,
with iron rain upon my will.
My kin stood round in tartan rank,
with frost on hair and mud on shank.

I cried, My wolves, draw near, draw near,
yon wicked king shall learn our spear.
For long he fed on field and fire,
and ground the poor beneath his ire.
╰─⚔️─╯

╭─ ✦ **𝑷𝒓𝒆-𝑪𝒉𝒐𝒓𝒖𝒔** ✦ ─╮
Ho, gather now.
Ho, gather fast.
The gate shall groan before this blast.
By root, by blood, by road, by brand,
we ride as one at my command.
╰─🛡️─╯

✦ 🔥 **𝑯𝒐𝒐𝒌** 🔥 ✦

March on Blackthorn Keep tonight,
ha!
burning bright in storm and rite.
Ram the door and raise the cry,
let the old black banner ride the sky.

March on Blackthorn Keep, my brave,
hoy!
none shall kneel and none shall cave.
Rend his wall and break his name,
we bear the wrath, we bring the flame.

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╭─ ✦ **𝑽𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒆 𝑰𝑰** ✦ ─╮
I saw his towers from the brae,
like rotten teeth in ashen gray.
His warders lined the crooked wall,
yet fear already made them small.

I laughed and drew my weathered blade,
and every clan-born heart obeyed.
No courtly lord, no gilded fraud,
shall rule the glen where once we trod.
╰─🌫️─╯

╭─ ✦ **𝑷𝒓𝒆-𝑪𝒉𝒐𝒓𝒖𝒔** ✦ ─╮
Cry, raven-rimmed and river-bred,
the king shall choke on borrowed bread.
Cry, hammer-heart and heather-born,
this cursed keep shall rue the morn.
╰─🪓─╯

✦ 🏴 **𝑯𝒐𝒐𝒌** 🏴 ✦

March on Blackthorn Keep tonight,
ha!
burning bright in storm and rite.
Ram the door and raise the cry,
let the old black banner ride the sky.

March on Blackthorn Keep, my brave,
hoy!
none shall kneel and none shall cave.
Rend his wall and break his name,
we bear the wrath, we bring the flame.

🔥 ┈┈┈┈┈ ✦ ┈┈┈┈┈ 🔥

╭─ ✦ **𝑩𝒓𝒊𝒅𝒈𝒆** ✦ ─╮
If I should fall before first light,
do not lay down the clan-born right.
Take up my ring, take up my sword,
and press still on through blood and ford.

Yet mark me well... I think not so.
This night I mean to lay him low.
╰─💍⚔️─╯

╭─ ✦ **𝑩𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒌** ✦ ─╮
To the gate!
hoy!
╰─🚪─╯

✦ 🚨 **𝑭𝒊𝒏𝒂𝒍 𝑯𝒐𝒐𝒌** 🚨 ✦

March on Blackthorn Keep tonight,
ha!
tear the dark and drown the blight.
Stone shall crack and iron ring,
down shall fall the carrion king.

March on Blackthorn Keep, my kin,
hoy!
drive the ram and thunder in.
From hearth to brae our tale shall flame,
I led the charge, and ruin came.

╭─ ✦ **𝑶𝒖𝒕𝒓𝒐** ✦ ─╮
The gate lies red.
The keep lies bare.
My clan still roars.
The dawn is fair.
hoy...
Once I had a plan...
Now I have a crown.
╰─👑🔥─╯

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⚔️🏴🔥 ═══════════════════════════════ 🔥🏴⚔️ ## **𝑴𝒂𝒓𝒄𝒉 𝒐𝒏 𝑩𝒍𝒂𝒄𝒌𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒓𝒏 𝑲𝒆𝒆𝒑** **clan • banner • spear • fire** ⚔️🏴🔥 ═══════════════════════════════ 🔥🏴⚔️ ╭─ ✦ **𝑰𝒏𝒕𝒓𝒐** ✦ ─╮ Once I had a plan... Now I have a war. hoy! Raise the red. Unbar the heart. ╰─🩸─╯ 🏴 ┈┈┈┈┈ ✦ ┈┈┈┈┈ 🏴 ╭─ ✦ **𝑽𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒆 𝑰** ✦ ─╮ I rode ere dawn by raven hill, with iron rain upon my will. My kin stood round in tartan rank, with frost on hair and mud on shank. I cried, My wolves, draw near, draw near, yon wicked king shall learn our spear. For long he fed on field and fire, and ground the poor beneath his ire. ╰─⚔️─╯ ╭─ ✦ **𝑷𝒓𝒆-𝑪𝒉𝒐𝒓𝒖𝒔** ✦ ─╮ Ho, gather now. Ho, gather fast. The gate shall groan before this blast. By root, by blood, by road, by brand, we ride as one at my command. ╰─🛡️─╯ ✦ 🔥 **𝑯𝒐𝒐𝒌** 🔥 ✦ March on Blackthorn Keep tonight, ha! burning bright in storm and rite. Ram the door and raise the cry, let the old black banner ride the sky. March on Blackthorn Keep, my brave, hoy! none shall kneel and none shall cave. Rend his wall and break his name, we bear the wrath, we bring the flame. ⚔️═══════════🏴═══════════⚔️ ╭─ ✦ **𝑽𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒆 𝑰𝑰** ✦ ─╮ I saw his towers from the brae, like rotten teeth in ashen gray. His warders lined the crooked wall, yet fear already made them small. I laughed and drew my weathered blade, and every clan-born heart obeyed. No courtly lord, no gilded fraud, shall rule the glen where once we trod. ╰─🌫️─╯ ╭─ ✦ **𝑷𝒓𝒆-𝑪𝒉𝒐𝒓𝒖𝒔** ✦ ─╮ Cry, raven-rimmed and river-bred, the king shall choke on borrowed bread. Cry, hammer-heart and heather-born, this cursed keep shall rue the morn. ╰─🪓─╯ ✦ 🏴 **𝑯𝒐𝒐𝒌** 🏴 ✦ March on Blackthorn Keep tonight, ha! burning bright in storm and rite. Ram the door and raise the cry, let the old black banner ride the sky. March on Blackthorn Keep, my brave, hoy! none shall kneel and none shall cave. Rend his wall and break his name, we bear the wrath, we bring the flame. 🔥 ┈┈┈┈┈ ✦ ┈┈┈┈┈ 🔥 ╭─ ✦ **𝑩𝒓𝒊𝒅𝒈𝒆** ✦ ─╮ If I should fall before first light, do not lay down the clan-born right. Take up my ring, take up my sword, and press still on through blood and ford. Yet mark me well... I think not so. This night I mean to lay him low. ╰─💍⚔️─╯ ╭─ ✦ **𝑩𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒌** ✦ ─╮ To the gate! hoy! ╰─🚪─╯ ✦ 🚨 **𝑭𝒊𝒏𝒂𝒍 𝑯𝒐𝒐𝒌** 🚨 ✦ March on Blackthorn Keep tonight, ha! tear the dark and drown the blight. Stone shall crack and iron ring, down shall fall the carrion king. March on Blackthorn Keep, my kin, hoy! drive the ram and thunder in. From hearth to brae our tale shall flame, I led the charge, and ruin came. ╭─ ✦ **𝑶𝒖𝒕𝒓𝒐** ✦ ─╮ The gate lies red. The keep lies bare. My clan still roars. The dawn is fair. hoy... Once I had a plan... Now I have a crown. ╰─👑🔥─╯ ⚔️🏴🔥 ═══════════════════════════════ 🔥🏴⚔️ © 2026 by ᒪᎥᒎᗩ & ꧁༺ Tαɾʝα ༻꧂ | AI-GENERATED CONTENT | gem. Art. 50 EU AI Act – Verordnung (EU) 2024/1689

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