https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yAYDwSnjb_Q

James "Fiddler" Macpherson
[1685 - 1700]

Lyrics :

[Verse 1]
On the edge of dawn, the sky turns grey
James “Fiddler” Macpherson, it’s your final day
With the gallows high and the ropes so tight
The crowd gathers ‘round for the end of the fight
Lord Braco’s here, with a wicked grin

He’s the one who brought you to this bitter end
But you stand tall, with your fiddle in hand
One last song for the broken land

[Chorus]
Play, play, Fiddler, play!
Let your violin scream to the heavens today
The hour is near, but your spirit won’t fall
Even in chains, you stand proud and tall
Play, play, let the music fly
For the ones who lived and the ones who die
With every note, let them feel your rage
Before you step off the stage

[Verse 2]
The strings cry out, like a banshee's wail
The crowd is silent, hearts are frail
But Braco knows, an emissary rides
To pardon the Fiddler, the truth won’t hide
So he sends his men to the tower's clock
To steal the time, with a devil's knock
The bells toll loud, your fate’s been sealed
No mercy left on this battlefield

[Chorus]
Play, play, Fiddler, play!
Let your violin scream to the heavens today
The hour is near, but your spirit won’t fall
Even in chains, you stand proud and tall
Play, play, let the music fly
For the ones who lived and the ones who die
With every note, let them feel your rage
Before you step off the stage

[Bridge]
You hold your violin to the sky
Waiting for someone to answer the cry
But no one moves, no hand is raised
The silence cuts like a sharpened blade
In fury, you shatter the wood to the ground
Splinters of sound in a deafening pound
The strings now broken, your heart ablaze
Lord Braco’s laughing through the haze

[Chorus]
Play, play, Fiddler, play!
Though the music’s gone, you stand anyway
The hour has come, but you won’t kneel
In this final breath, you are steel
Play, play, though the end is nigh
For the ones who lived and the ones who die
With every step, let them feel your flame
You’ll never be just a name

[Outro]
The rope pulls tight, the world goes still
But the sound of your fiddle lingers still
In every heart, in every mind
James “Fiddler” Macpherson will never die.