The Crown of Fire | Epic Scottish Metal Anthem

The Lion roars in Metal!
In the stormy times of the Scottish Wars of Independence, Robert the Bruce rose – a king, a warrior, a legend. His sword shattered the chains of oppression, his will burned brighter than any fire.
This is pure metal – raw as the Highlands, unstoppable as Robert the Bruce himself. Turn it up and let the battle begin!

For freedom – the flame that lights the world, and the spirit that makes Scotland shine.

Slainte,
Anndrais

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The Crown of Fire

Lyrics:

In the land of mist and stone,
A king arose to claim the throne.
Robert the Bruce, a name of might,
With steel and fire, he took the fight.

Beneath the banner of the lion's roar,
He swore to free his homeland’s shore.
Through betrayal’s cold and bloody stain,
He rose anew to break the chain.

From Bannockburn to hills of green,
His blade was sharp, his purpose keen.
The crown he wore was forged in flame,
The Bruce of Scots, eternal name.

The crown of fire, the soul unbound,
Through blood and stone, the king was found.
The sword of Scotland, the shield of truth,
For freedom’s call, for Robert the Bruce.

Through the Highlands’ winds and Islay’s seas,
He fought for honor, on bended knees.
The spiders wove their fateful thread,
"Rise again!" the whispers said.

With every clash, with every cry,
He carved his place beneath the sky.
A warrior king, with spirit bright,
He turned the dark to blazing light.

The crown of fire, the soul unbound,
Through blood and stone, the king was found.
The sword of Scotland, the shield of truth,
For freedom’s call, for Robert the Bruce.

In Dunfermline’s halls, his body lies,
But his heart still beats where freedom flies.
Across the fields, through time’s cold haze,
The Bruce’s fire will never fade.

The crown of fire, the soul unbound,
Through blood and stone, the king was found.
The sword of Scotland, the shield of truth,
For freedom’s call, for Robert the Bruce.

In the land of mist and stone,
A king arose to claim the throne.
Through the ages, his name will ring,
Robert the Bruce, the eternal king.

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