Calm thee down, you heathen child
And leave the world behind
Your ceaseless, woeful blubbering
Is causing havoc behind my eyes
And I need some peace and solitude
On this, my lonely quest
So give your monstrous mithering a rest
I’m off to dual with demons, boy
I’m off to fight a war
I’m setting off to see them off
They won’t annoy you anymore
And I’ll do it for the fatherland
Or something. I don’t know
So grant me some tranquillity for an hour or so

Evil hordes fall at my hand
Folk shall know my name across the land
Upon this hill we make our stand
So pipe down, heathen, slow your breathing child, can’t you understand?

Calm thee down, vile serpent child
And cease your morbid song
My temperament is fraying
And I’m sure it won’t last very long
And I’m dying for some quietude
On this, my lonely quest
So do not put my patience to the test
Oh, and I’m quivering with anger as my temperature climbs higher
This short abomination is engendering my ire
There are cannons in the distance
And the screams of those I fear
So quell your exclamations, because my retribution’s drawing near…

Evil hordes fall at my hand
Folk shall know my name across the land
Upon this hill we make our stand
So pipe down, heathen. Slow your breathing, child. Can’t you understand?

Oh… no