I am Liudmyla, crowned by God’s blessing,
Queen of Scotland, the light of home and crown of peace.
While my King fights, I carry the prayer,
That our land may flourish beneath God’s hand.
The Grace of God burns within my heart,
For my people, for beloved Scotland.
Not by the sword, but by love we triumph,
In faith and hope, the kingdom shall endure.
Hear me, children of Scotland, a mother’s voice,
For in mercy, not in steel, lies true strength.
As long as hearts beat, hope shall not fall,
And the Queen’s light shall guide you through the night.
With tears and hope, I pray for you,
That God may guard your hearts.
One nation, one heart, one faith,
Under the eternal sky, Scotland shall remain free.
The Grace of God burns within my heart,
For my people, for beloved Scotland.
Not by the sword, but by love we triumph,
In faith and hope, the kingdom shall endure.
I am Liudmyla, the Consort Queen,
But my heart is among you, people of Scotland.
With prayer and light,
Together we rise — and peace shall bloom.
