06-18-2013, 07:14 PM
ANYthing with Bagpipes. Sung or just piped. My eyes tear up, my hair stands on end, my face takes a bluish cast from the battle paint, my slacks turn into a kilt, I can feel the hilt of my ancestral claymore in my hands, taste the smoke of the fire and cannon , and and smell the stench of battle in the Highlands.