Per Mer, Per Terras: Clan MacDonald

From salt and fire, we first were named when oars cut

blackened tide. Yale and Norse in one true flame with summer as

our guide. Born where western waters break and the long winds carve the

land, not crowned by kings but claimed by fate with a blade

in every hand. The sea knew our voices, the hills knew our tread.

We bowed to no banner but the blood that we bled. For Per

Terras, hear the old cry rise. By sea, by land,

beneath storm dark skies. They burned our homes, they broke our