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BLODBYLGJE | BLOODWAVE with Kati Rán & Gaahl Written, composed, recorded, arranged by Kati Rán in the Netherlands. Ny Norsk mentorship by Eirik Storesund | Brute Norse Reconstructed Aulos by Max Brumberg Additional recordings by Herbrand Larsen | Studio Bergen, Norway Additional recordings and audio production by Christopher Juul | LAVA studios Copenhagen, Denmark Lyrics below ( NyNorsk & English): __________________________________ No vender eg meg til dei alle Kvifor hev du vekt meg Kvifor må eg syngja Kvifor vaknar no eg Eg hev vakna no, eg Havet skal verta styrt av heiderlege farande Ei gåve for ei gåve Den druknar ei som hengjast skal Nettet er no vove og lønene ofrast Kysten skal rauda landet Det er fælsleg no å sjå den raude skya mørknar vatne Hava er farga med mannablod Og døtrene kvad sin song Blodregn frå ein skya himmel på ei frodande bylgje mannvale har vorte vove stormdøtrene kryssar ho med skarlaksraud tøy Blodbylgje stig no Svelg alt til ingenting Blodbylgje stig no Skipa knusar, årene flisast Sjøen svelgjer, slangen slyngjer Lat oss heva Blodbylgja no La oss ri - Hrönn kvelv La oss ri - Hefring hevar La oss ri - Bylgja bærer La oss ri - Blóðughadda blør La oss ri - Dúfa dundrar La oss ri - Dröfn druknar La oss ri - Kólga kalt og klår La oss ri - Himinglæva lyner no Høgt over, djupt under - Unn skummar Høgt over, djupt under - Rán rører Høgt over, djupt under Vi song gode sigersongar for alle galne kvinner Eit kamprop, Hyll vår song Lat den som lyttar på vår blodsong, Læra han vel og fortelja han til ingen annan __________________________________ English Translation: Now I turn myself to all of them Why did you wake me up Why do I have to sing Why do you wake me up now I have woken up now. I have The ocean will be ruled With honorable riders A gift for a gift He who is born to be hanged shall never be drowned The web is now woven and wages are sacrificed The shore will redden the land It is horrible now to look A red cloud darkens the water The oceans are stained with the blood of men And daughters sang their song Blood rains from a clouded sky On a wave of froth The choice of men has been woven Storm daughters cross it with a crimson weft Blood wave now rise Swallow all till nothing Blood wave now rise Ships shatter, oars splinter Sea swallows, serpent coils Let us now raise the blood wave Let us ride - Hrönn arches Let us ride - Hevring rises Let us ride - Bylgja stretches Let us ride - Blóðughadda bleeds Let us ride - Dúfa thunders Let us ride - Dröfn drowns Let us ride - Kólga cold and clear Let us ride - Himinglæva strikes High above, deep below - Unn foams High above, deep below - Rán stirs High above, deep below We sang well victory songs For all crazy woman An answer to battle. Hail to our singing Let him who listens to our blood song, learn it well and tell it to no other.
