Epica Vendemmia

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?