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.