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.