When you all come
I'll come running
I'll wait to hear your music
I'll wait for it to take me away
I'll wait for it to send my spirit to the sky
I'll be loyal to Albannach
I'll march to your beat of your drums and pipes
I'll dance
I'll raise my fist in the air
I'll raise my hand to the sky
I'll be grateful to be here
I'll be channeling your energy within me
If the time comes
That I will march with Albannach
Then I will
I'll accept that fate
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