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Ride, through the night, from dusk till dawn.

Prepare the weaponry

Seek your effigy

Ride through the night, it draws close to the hour

Eyes lit by the thirteenth moon

We'll speak to them with fire

Call of the wolf, hound and man

It's the night of the Moon of Meab

We ride the steeds of Don Détscorach

Though we are alive, we are dead

In a quartet of death cries we'll appear

Return from the wild to expunge the light

Arterial bleeding, glorious, sacrificial rite

Through the darkness with knife swords and spear

The severed crown we'll cherish

From the cradle we annul their existence

Theirs has begun, ours is eternal

Ride, relentless

Mesradh Machae

On pikes we display

Our death effigy

Severed flesh, wielding knives

Under night skies, wide open eyes

Well collect the bloodstained spoil

Break the neck bones, bath in the blood

Though we are alive, we are the dead

Drink from the golden skull

Devoted to death

To the seat of the soul

Ossuary enthroned

Mesradh Machae