Highlands

On the battlegrounds of space and time, we put our lives in your hands
As we feel the nation about to crash, what does remain?
What is our harvest from war as a human race?
What does work or doesn't in this chessboard place?

They seek without rest
They seek without sense
They seek with a thirst
They seek the Highlands

And this race comes with a price to pay
A boy with a bomb, a sniper in his way
So many years of blood, a never-ending fall
Now it all feels normal, no, not at all!!
While an old fat man moves the chess pieces to play
Millions are laughing, with nothing left to say

They seek without rest
They seek without sense
They seek with a thirst
They seek the Highlands