Verse 1 Madadh an ghlinne, fuil air a ghruaidh, Cha sheas nàmhaid, cha chluinn e fuasgladh. Sgian is claidheamh, fo sgàil nan stùc, Thig e mar stoirme, falbhidh thu ’n drùchd. Verse 2 The wolf of the glen, with blood on his brow, No foe can stand, no plea matters now. Knife and sword beneath mountain shade, He comes like stormwind — and you’ll fade. Chorus (Gaelic) Fuil air na beanntan, fuil anns na sruth, Madadh na glinne, cha tig e gu crìch. Blood on the mountain, blood in the stream, The wolf of the glen walks on in dream. Verse 3 Nuair èirigh grian air latha gun tròcair, Chì thu na craobhan a’ gluasad le fòirneart. Tha casan an mhadaidh cho fann ri ceò, Ach fàgaidh e fuil anns gach àite ’n tèid e. Verse 4 When cruel sun rises on mercy’s grave, The trees all shudder, the branches wave. His steps are light as the drifting mist, But every path is by blood marked, kissed. Chorus (Gaelic) Fuil air na beanntan, fuil anns na sruth, Madadh na glinne, cha tig e gu crìch. Blood on the mountain, blood in the stream, The wolf of the glen walks on in dream. Verse 5 Tha clann nan daoine ag ùrnaigh gu sàmhach, Ach thig e ’n oidhche, gun rabhadh, gun àithne. Tha a ghuth ’na ghàir, tha a shùilean gruamach, Cha teich thu, cha sheas thu, tha do cheann ann. Verse 6 The children pray in their homes at night, But the wolf still hunts by the pale moonlight. His voice a growl, his eyes a flame, No man can stand, no soul can tame. Outro Fuil air na beanntan, fuil anns na sruth, Madadh na glinne, cha tig e gu crìch. Blood on the mountain, blood in the stream, The wolf of the glen walks on in dream.
