Verse 1 ’S ann an Dùn Raethen tha an t-uabhas mòr, Bean-shìth ag glaodhadh ri taobh na sròin. MacRaethen dorcha, le sùilean gorm, Cha tig a bhàs gus am bris an dòrn. Verse 2 In Dun Raethen dwells a dreadful might, A banshee wails by the river at night. Dark MacRaethen, with eyes so cold, He will not die till the world grows old. Chorus Òran na fola, òran na sith, Eagal is mallachd aig beul gach clì. MacRaethen, MacRaethen, (Cursed) (Cursed) Song of blood, song of the fair, Fear and darkness everywhere. MacRaethen, MacRaethen, (Cursed) (Cursed) Verse 3 Air madainn ghruama, ’s an t-sneachd cho fìor, Chunnaic iad e, fo sgàil nan crìon. Claidheamh iarainn, claigeann fo sgàth, An Laird a’ tighinn, gun bhàs gun bhà. Verse 4 On gloomy morning, in snow so pale, They saw him stride through the shadowed vale. “Sword of iron, shadowed crown…” The Laird still walks, untouched, alone. Chorus Òran na fola, òran na sith, Eagal is mallachd aig beul gach clì. MacRaethen, MacRaethen, (Cursed) (Cursed) Song of blood, song of the fair, Fear and darkness everywhere. MacRaethen, MacRaethen, (Cursed) (Cursed) Verse 5 Thog iad na h-òrain, mar bhàird na glinn, Mu fhear nach cailleadh, mu shàbhailt’ sinn. Ach glaodh na bean-shìth, tha i fhathast dlùth, Chan eil crìch ri a chùis, no fìor shunnd. Verse 6 They raised their voices, the glens did sing, Of one who guarded, of deathless king. Yet the banshee’s cry still chills the air, His end unknown, his fate unfair. Outro Chorus Òran na fola, òran na sith, Eagal is mallachd aig beul gach clì. MacRaethen, MacRaethen, (Cursed) (Cursed) Song of blood, song of the fair, Fear and darkness everywhere. MacRaethen, MacRaethen, (Cursed) (Cursed)
