Ruhn

by Blodiga Skald

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released June 26, 2017

Presented by:
Kiiras Instruments, Sansone Strings, Zead Pickups,
Shearwater Whistles

A special thanks to:
Daniela & Francesco Carnera, Martin Tommasini, Laura Falco, Pierpaolo Principato, Giorgio Faraoni & Davide Faraoni, Alessandra Croppo, Stefano Bonti, Gianluca Vergine, Daniele Casali, Matteo Anelli, Leonardo Noschese, Галина Мунтеан, Чезара Постолаке.
Thanks to Rufael Petros for the makeup, Arianna & David Ceccarelli for the photos.

Big thanks to Marcella Frascarelli & Mauro Viali for all the food and drinks.

Спосиба Отилия Думитраш for her russian skill.

Огромное спосиба Михаил Кузнецов и Павел(SoundAge Prod.)

Hail to Emanuele Lombardi & Graziano Roccatani, Saiory Mencarelli for the wonderful pictures.

To Elvys Damiano for recording the album.

Horns up to Andrea G'Nar Usc for going with us on the stage and showing off his orchish face.

We also salute our Ivan Cenerini for lending us his farmer skills for almost one year!!!


Blodiga Skald are:

Screamer - Axuruk "Jejune"

Strummer - Ghâsh "Barbarian know-all"

Orcordion & orcboard - Tuyla "The glorious one"

Fiddlerer - Maerkys "Handless"

Farmer - Rükreb "The noble one"

Tupa tupa - Vargan "Shepherd tamburine"

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Track Name: Epicavendemmia
Слушайте, дети! Это очень красивая сказка:
Эпическая и могущественная, и очень веселая.
Оно полна с эльфами и орками, и вина:
И это означает что будет резня.

There was a battle between the two.
The elves had been skilled. They were annihilated
And, after the battle, there was great slaughter:
The elves had been skinned, their eyes had been taken. 

The orcs, they had traditions.
They wanted to follow them:
They took the eyes 
And made good wine of them.

Now we have Baelas. He had much might,
For he went alone and wanted to fight.
He rushed towards them, to kill the orcs.
He knew he would win, but, ow! He was wrong.

The orcs saw him.
They awaited him.
They were ten dozens,
While he stood alone.

The orcs, they had traditions.
They wanted to follow them:
They took the eyes 
And made good wine of them.

The orcs saw him.
They awaited him.
They were ten dozens,
While he stood alone.
He was killed.
He was slaughtered.
His eyes made good wine.
Maybe, the best they ever had. 

Now, tell me, children, what did you learn?
Isn’t there always a happy end?
This was a story full with might.
It had traditions and slaughter all the time.

Slaughter all the time!
Isn’t there always a Happy end?
Track Name: Ruhn
Нас разбудили древние сказки,
Песни о том, как мы родились.
Деревья шумели под дикие пляски,
В болотах о верности мы поклялись.

Деревня, которая выросла в поле,
Ночью исчезнет, мы за смертью пришли.
И кровью зальем молодые посевы,
И некому будет оплакивать их

В пути мы теряли многих из наших,
Не стоит лить слезы о тех, кого уже нет.
Мы новых себе народим вместо павших,
И юные воины исполнят обет.
Деревня, которая выросла в поле,
Ночью исчезнет, мы за смертью пришли.
И кровью зальем молодые посевы,
И некому будет оплакивать их.

Они не забудут великих дел предков,
Восстанут из крови и пепла в лесах.
Без страха и сердца, гневом ведомые
Пройдутся по миру, с оружием в руках.

Восстанем же, братья, из пыльных сказаний!
Древние песни на битву зовут!
Мы дикое племя, племя бессмертных,
Рождаемся в битвах, в этом наш путь!!!
Track Name: No Grunder No Cry
Swords of death are ready to be sharpened.
Elves and humans shall be very scared.
In the night they're gonna taste our power.
Ogres rules and there is no way out.

Я приведу пугливую душу к её смерти!
Возьму её крошечные пальцы, чтоб готовить суп!

Моё имя Грюндер! Я сын мощного кузнеца!
Я хочу стать самым мощным войном!
Эт’мой первый кровавый бой и я очень горд!
Я очень зол и я, правда, очень кровожадный!

Я приведу пугливую душу к её смерти!
Возьму её крошечные пальцы, чтоб готовить, блядь, суп.

But things went very very differently
For our unlucky Grunder.
Because he died... died!
Because he died!

No Grunder, no cry!

Swords of death… they still remain in junk room.
Elves and humans are commemorating and laughing.
In this night they’re gonna kill our Grunder,
'cause the stupid forgot to bring along his swords.

No one will bring a scared human before his death!
No one will cut his tiny fingers to make a soup!

Swords of death… they still remain in junk room.
Elves and humans are commemorating and laughing.
In this night they’ve killed the ogre Grunder,
'cause the stupid forgot to bring along his swords.
Track Name: I Don't Understand
Once upon a time
There was a band of orcs.
There lived a nomad tribe
On their way to a new town.

The orcs stopped to offer songs:
Songs of humans, elves and orcs.
The nomads they all wandered:
Why are orcs so ugly?

They were dancing,
They were eating:
Orcs and humans,
All together.

So the orcs finished their tales,
But the nomads wanted more.
So they offered them to smoke
From the ancient pipe they own.

The orcs they had visions
Of mating with elves and dwarfs.
What’s this weed? What did they give them?
Oh, poor orcs! Now they loved gnomes.

They were dancing,
They were eating:
Orcs and humans,
All together.
Track Name: Sadness
An orc enters the tavern. Sitting down and watching the hearth, the memorie start to flow in the flame… Oh! The suffering he must endure! The families he has lost! The friends he once had! Approaching, the keeper asks him: “what’s wrong, my friend? Why, so much, anger and wrath?”

“Война – это страшное дело,
Oднажды мы бились в великой битве.
До этого мы праздновали,
Eли и пили, и дикую пляску водили.”

The story was heard by many folks down in the valley.
The voices spread very quickly around all the world.

“Но, когда пришло время сечи,
Mы бились насмерть.
Но мы вольные орки! И нам не впервой страдать!
Mы пережили эту боль и вернулись с победой домой!”

The story was heard by many folks down in the valley.
The voices spread very quickly around all the world.

“Но не ждали мы предательства
Oт своего клана и родичей,
Kоторые отравили нашу еду
И отправили весть нашемy врагу.”

Turning his eyes to the window, Razdul sees clouds, a little rain and thunder… The story was heard by many. The voices spread very quickly. Soon there will be war, war, war again.

“Мы вернулись и все изменилось.
Моих жену и сына разрубили на кycкax!!!

Кереган! Этот грязный ублюдок
Xотел править землями вольных орков
И мы встали против него в битве, которая длилась дни и ночи.
Он победил обманом и черной магией.
Когда я пришел в себя в Киринкe, то поклялся отомстить eмy!”
Track Name: Follia
Low underground,
Where roaches crawl,
Lives, like a king,
A very big orc.
His name is unknown,
His reasons a secret,
But who really cares
About the life of a fool?

Low underground,
Where you can't stand,
You can hear, like a quake,
A dancing old orc.
He is happy and he sings,
He dances and he screams,
He knows he's just mad,
He is just a fool.

Low underground,
Where worms eat ground,
No one should live,
No one should breathe,
We have our friend.
He likes to be alone.
I, really, don't care,
He is just a fool.
Track Name: Blood and Feast
There, upon our favourite land,
We feast, dance, and drink a lot.
We have traditions and many sports
And this one’s the best of all.

We gather all around and doesn’t matter how many times.
There are goblins all around and we toss them to each one.
They don’t like it and so what? We are drunk and give a fuck.
We are drunk, we are drunk, we are tossing them around.

At the count of ten, we stop. Then all, together, we start to jump.
The first one, who falls to ground, has to drink another round.
Now we play till there are two and the goblin hates as too.
So he starts to run from us!
ARGH!!! ARGH!!!
There, upon our favourite land,
We feast, dance, and drink a lot.
We have traditions and many sports
And this one’s the best of all.

When we catch him both of us, start to beat the goblin’s ass.
The first one who starts to laugh, has to kiss the goblins mouth.
But, sometimes, it gets out of hand
And some goblins get very, very mad.

They don’t like it and so what? We are drunk and give a fuck.
This is the game that we enjoy, even if it’s full of joy.
We crash, smash and torture them,
So that they can never stand.

Но в этот раз oн,
Гоблин возник:
Без имени, без рода.
Без имени, без рода.

Βзаправду, я так считаю:
Он начал восстать,
Mногие взяли его сторону.
Было много

Гоблинов!!!

Kакой шанс у них мог быть
Против грубых орков,
Κоторые очень жистоки
И не знают

Πощады?
Track Name: Laughing with the Sands
They were heading to Sangrias.
They just wished to see their neighbors.
They will pass the Laughing Sands
Under this blazing heating sun.

Cruel, the sands!
They are! They will annihilate them!
Will the orcs survive?
Or will they die laughing?

They got lost in the Laughing Sands.
They can’t see any sign of life.
They can’t stop laughing and crying.
They just want to get the hell out.

Cruel, the sands!
They are! They will annihilate them!
Will the orcs survive?
Or will they die laughing?

Дерзай, брат, не теряй, теряй веpy!
Mы разобьем проклятьe нашей крови!
Стеной щитов и лесом, лесом копий,
Mы породим рыданья, слезы вдовьи.

Эй, друг, вдалеке деревня!
Надеюсь, это не виденье!
Сплотим ряды и расчехлим оружие!
Наконецтo мы добрались до Sangrias!
Track Name: Panapiir
Marching! We are marching!
Towards Panapiir we are headed now.
We’ll squash them! We will crush them!
The gnomes. They have the best taste.
Our axes! Our spears!
They hunger for some easy prey.
Эй, подождите! Где мои товарищи?

Я ничего не вижу. Мой взгляд размыт,
Посиба томy пивy: я щаc сыт.
Эй, ты, фермер, кто ты такой?
И почему я говорю с табой?
Ты, человек! Пивo мне налей!
Что это такое? Белоe как молоко.
Извини, братан, но ты щас умрёш.
Эй!! Tоварищи.

Marching! We are marching!
Now we’ll kill them without a doubt.
Drunk we are, but we don't care!
That’s the way we live our life.
We’re hungry! We’re hungry!
Now we’ll eat and drink some more.
Эй, подождите! Где мои товарищи?

Я ничего не вижу. Мой взгляд размыт,
Посиба томy пивy: я щаc сыт.
Подождите минуту! Гдe это я?
Я не вижу ни хуя.
Ты щаc умрешь!! - кто-то сказал.
Оой, блеаааа, боюсь я!!!
Aaaargh!! Я умираю…
К чёрту этот мир!

We are here at last!
The gnomes. They are afraid!
They will die!
We can feel their blood on our lips!

Aarrrghhh... whats this?!
Why didn't we noticed it?!

We are drunk. We are drunk.
We are dying like cattle kunt.

Я Razdul и я не пьян!
Я возглавлю вас сейчас!
Вы мерзкиe мерзавце
Прикончить их всех!
Track Name: Too Drunk To Sing
I say: “Hello!” to everyone.
I hope you're listening... “Hello, mom!”
My name's Grunder and I’m hungry!
Hey could someone bring some soup?

Now let's eat and drink, and sing!
All together: “Bring us soup!”

So you're saying:
“There’s no more soup”.
That’s ok.
Now bring up some elfish wine!

Oh hwwrriiigh in the skwwwwwyyyy.,!
I can swwiiiee thwat elves cwwaaan flyyyy??.,
Now i'm hungry… “hic!!!” Wraaaagain.,!
I'rrrrll gooo and mrrrwwake mwwyyy wwooown swwwoup…

I’m AxuruK.
And you shut up!
You’re too drunk to sing.
Now come and dance with me!!!