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):
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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.