I’ve seen in their eyes, seen hatred come to life, Lord,
I’ve seen in their eyes, seen hatred come to life.
Do they march to war, or do they march in peace, Lord,
Do they march to war, or do they march in peace?
They step in time to the tapping of the drum,
The flags held high with slogans painted on.
I’ve seen in their eyes, seen hatred come to life, Lord,
I’ve seen in their eyes, seen hatred come to life.

They say murals far from here tell the story of their cause, Lord,
Murals far from here tell the story of their cause.
They halt time to perfection in a sea of orange rage,
They halt time to perfection in a sea of orange rage.
The Mile it bleeds from every paving stone,
Ripe with envy yet loyal to the throne.
Murals far from here tell the story of their cause, Lord,
Murals far from here tell the story of their cause.

And do they absolve themselves of all blame?
And, in the future will such marches remain the same?
A march for one or a march for all?

Does Christian sentiment fuel this angry crowd, Lord?
Does Christian sentiment fuel this angry crowd?
Music played with animosity,
Frozen faces direct their glance at me.
Does Christian sentiment fuel this angry crowd, Lord?
For they have no place on Scotland’s sacred ground.