From a time so long ago
Before the wind, the rain, the snow
Immortal life, a curse bestowed
Forever trapped in a world so cold

The highlander's sword
Scorns the years since he was born, it never ceases
The heads of those its torn
He prays, removes his wreath of thorns, and bless him mortal

A million times has he cried
For the ones he's loved all have died
But the loneliness through shows
The emptiness of dreams be his to know

The highlander's sword
Through the years. alone has torn his heart to pieces
For the gathering shall come
His hell be done, for only one escapes disaster, oh

So for centuries have they survived
Holding their dark secret deep inside
With the pain, her love lost in his eyes
He battles to the last to win the prize

The highlander's sword
Scorns the years since he was born, it never ceases
The heads of those its torn
He prays, removes his wreath of thorns, and bless him mortal

The highlander's sword
Forged of tears, four hundred years he has waited
For the gathering has come
When time is done there can be just one and no other