Qo’noSDaq yIHmey (Tribbles on Qo’noS) | Klingon Doomgrass | Lyric Video

The Federation may see tribbles as cute and cuddly. Klingons know better. Those on the colony worlds know better than any. Strike the LIKE button with the force of a killing blow, SUBSCRIBE to join our House, and SHARE this ballad across the quadrants. Qapla'! ▶︎ LISTEN TO LORD OTT Spotify: https://open.spotify.com/artist/0CLNZ... Apple Music:   / lord-ott   Amazon Music: https://music.amazon.com/artists/B0DD... ▶︎ SUPPORT THE EMPIRE (& THE CREATOR) Buy the Creator an Ale (Ko-fi): https://ko-fi.com/lordott Test Your Mind (Titan-Class Puzzle Books): • Sampler: https://otterfolk.com/brain-breaker-s... • Amazon: https://www.amazon.com/Titan-Class-Wo... • Etsy: https://www.etsy.com/listing/18730386... Lyrics: tagha’ Haghpu’ vay’. pu’beHmey wIqel. mangpu’ wIqel. maSopmeH tIr law’ wIghaj, jatlh chaH. ‘ach tIr pa’Daq bom yIHmey. Soj pa’Daq vIH yIHmey. HurghDaq je bom yIHmey. ramDaq bom yIHmey. tIr luSop yIHmey. Soj lunge’ yIHmey. naHmey luSop yIHmey. tIr poch lunge’ yIHmey. puqpu’vaD Soj tu’be’ SoS. Soj tlhapmeH pa’ poSmoH vav. pa’Daq ratlh ghogh machmey neH. yIHmey ghoghmey. yotlhmey lumeQ ra’wI’pu’. yotlhmey lumeQ jaghvaD. yotlhmey lumeQ maHvaD. tIr wIjachbeHmeH lumeQ. meQ tIr. meQ naH. meQ tIr poch. meQ wa’ ben tul. ngIq jaj puSchoH Ha’DIbaHmey. ngIq jaj ghungchoH Sajmey. ngIq ram tamchoH HuDmey. wamwI’pu’ cheghbe’. ghop chIm qeng chaH. tuqmey tInvaD Soj pollu’. tuqmey machvaD batlh jatlhlu’. yInmeH peSIQ, jatlh chaH. batlhvaD peghung, jatlh chaH. ‘ach batlh luSopbe’ puqpu’. Soj luSop puqpu’. Soj tu’be’ puqpu’. yoSmey Hopvo’ jachmey ghoS. qul legh chal. qachmey chIm legh maS. Dujmey pawbe’. QaH pawbe’. Qo’noS pong wIjatlhDI’, Suvbogh SuvwI’pu’ wIqelbe’. Sopbogh puqpu’ wIqel. ghungbogh puqpu’ wIqel. tamchoHbogh puqpu’ wIqel. Qo’noSDaq yIHmey, jatlh vay’. Qo’noSDaq yIHmey, jatlh latlh. Qo’noSDaq yIHmey, jatlh Hoch, ‘ej pagh jatlhchoH puqpu’. tIr pa’ chImDaq bomtaH vay’. yotlhmey meQpu’Daq vIHtaH vay’. tlhoy’ qoDDaq bomtaH vay’. puqpu’ SaQbe’choH. yIHmey bombe’ mev. Translation: At first, someone laughed. We thought of disruptors. We thought of soldiers. We have much grain to eat, they said. But in the grain room, the tribbles sang. In the food room, the tribbles moved. In the darkness too, the tribbles sang. In the night, the tribbles sang. The tribbles ate the grain. The tribbles took the food. The tribbles ate the fruit. The tribbles took the seed grain. A mother found no food for the children. A father opened the room to take food. Only small voices remained in the room. The voices of tribbles. Commanders burned the fields. They burned the fields for the enemy. They burned the fields for us. They burned them so the grain would not scream. The grain burned. The fruit burned. The seed grain burned. The hope of next year burned. Each day, the animals became fewer. Each day, the pets began to hunger. Each night, the hills grew silent. The hunters did not return. They carried empty hands. Food was kept for the Great Houses. Honor was spoken to the small Houses. Endure in order to live, they said. Be hungry for honor, they said. But children do not eat honor. Children eat food. Children found no food. From distant districts, screams came. The sky saw fire. The moon saw empty buildings. Ships did not arrive. Help did not arrive. When we said the name Qo’noS, We did not think of fighting warriors. We thought of children eating. We thought of hungry children. We thought of children becoming silent. Tribbles on Qo’noS, someone said. Tribbles on Qo’noS, another said. Tribbles on Qo’noS, everyone said, And the children began to say nothing. In the empty grain room, something still sang. In the burned fields, something still moved. Inside the wall, something still sang. The children stopped crying. The tribbles did not stop singing. #Klingon #Doomgrass #StarTrek #Tribbles #tlhInganHol #FolkMetal #Banjo #QoNos #SciFiMusic