From Scottish heights
and highland highs
I heard her sing
her lullabys
of Viking's strong
and English sails
a red haired banshee
as she wails

but it's her song that takes me there
when I was free and pure and fair
and nothing more could mean the less
a fictitious metamorphisis
of what I was before I was this
a witch
a wish
reminder of a faerie's kiss,
it's in Winter I know her name
nothing, nothing's been the same

From Scottish heights
and highland highs
I heard her sing her lullabys
I knew you once, and then again
time can't mend what Fate
won't end
Mother
Maid
Madonna
and whore
make me who I was before.
Before I was sent
over the seas
& they took
my voice
away from me,
raped my memory
burned my mind
locked away her lullaby.

My secret history
is this
immaculate millenium shredded
with the lust of a knife
a haunted persona
in death and
in life.

From Scottish heights
and highland highs
I heard her sing
her lullabys
of murdered Kings
and guilt of nails
a red haired banshee
when she wails.....