The Bruce

He came in the dark night. Few men at his side.
Black Douglas' arm for the Bruce. They could not loose.
Stab Red Conym down. He won’t wear a crown.
Fight and kill we will. Win the Battle of Louden Hill.
The heart of a lion. The blood of kings.
A sword like thunder. Death he will bring.
I am The Bruce — The King The Lion.
I am The Bruce — The Master of war.
March against me — pay in blood.
I rule forevermore.
The Bruce was crowned at Scone.