Highland Victory
Black Duncan recovered himself for a moment
Then he took his Lochaber-axe
He swayed his arm in the air
Dashed forward, and with a last fierce blow
He split in two the thick skull of Rannoch.
The fight had ended
The storm took full possession of the inn again
The slain Rannoch was dragged away
The Duncan taken care of
And the game continued.
Few days later Black Duncan rode forth again
The fierce gale had passed over
As always, there was still a fresh Nordic wind
But the skies were clear and blue
with only a few white clouds
There was still a long way to go
Vitória nas Terras Altas
O Black Duncan se recuperou por um momento
Então pegou seu machado Lochaber
Balançou o braço no ar
Avançou e, com um último golpe feroz
Partiu ao meio o crânio grosso de Rannoch.
A luta tinha acabado
A tempestade tomou conta da taverna novamente
O Rannoch caído foi arrastado
O Duncan foi cuidado
E o jogo continuou.
Poucos dias depois, Black Duncan saiu novamente
A ventania feroz já tinha passado
Como sempre, ainda havia um vento nórdico fresco
Mas os céus estavam claros e azuis
Com apenas algumas nuvens brancas
Ainda havia um longo caminho a percorrer.