Mist upon the hill can remember murder, 雾气在山能记住谋杀，

Mist upon the hill that once flowed with blood, 在那一次与血液流动的山雾，

Helped to cover up an approaching army, 帮助掩盖了接近军队，

Hid the killing lust in the eyes of men. 藏杀好色的男人们的目光。

   

Sitting by the fire was a sentry sleeping, 被火坐在被哨兵睡觉，

Rolled up in their beds were children that play, 卷起在床的孩子，玩耍，

Unsuspecting what was to fall upon them, 毫无防备什么是落在他们身上，

None of them would see the dawn next day. 没有人会看到曙光第二天。

   

Bloody were the blades that fell on children, 血色都落在孩子的叶片，

Hate the blinding light tried to kill a name, 讨厌的耀眼光芒想杀一个名字，

The mountains only know all the souls that died there, 山上只知道所有死在那里的灵魂，

Glen Coe from that day can recall the shame. 格伦科从那天记得的耻辱。

   

The quiet of the night never gave them warning, 夜晚的宁静从来不给他们警告，

The silence of the hills wouldn't let them know, 山上的沉默不会让他们知道，

They'd never rise again on a mist filled morning, 他们还会在薄雾弥漫早晨永远上涨，

Never see the sunrise above Glen Coe. 从来没有见上面格伦科日出。