The Hero's Song,
or
The Black Chronicle of Degradation

I lived quietly, I existed,
I provided hope to my boss,
I dragged myself along, listening to metal,
And spent the evening in a pub.

I read smart books,
And slept peacefully at night,
And I didn't think, I didn't guess,
That I would suddenly end up in a legend.

And falling asleep, I didn't know,
That my turn had already come.
That another people awaited me,
So that I could lead them all.

But then the heavens opened,
And I heard voices.
They came to me in a dream,
And told me that I was a hero.

I didn't want to be a hero,
But I only snored about evil in my sleep,
And, getting up with a headache,
I saw a strange landscape.

They bowed to me to the ground,
And carried me away in a palanquin.
And I sat there, turning my head,
And was completely useless.

Their king was my fan,
He said: come on, strike!
Evil will not be able to do harm,
Only when it meets you!

And everything will be as it was before,
And the oak will return to the altar.
The ram will bleat golden,
And the bull will increase its yield.

About what else he was talking about,
I soon stopped listening.
But suddenly, since I am a hero,
Will they let me go back to my world later?

I decided to help the unfortunate,
And drive out the evil creatures.
Their plan was, in general, not bad:
Crush the enemies while you're alive.

There they gave me my runic sword,
I swore to take care of it.
Or maybe it's not mine at all?
Or maybe I'm not the hero?

But the sword whispered to me,
That I shouldn't count the killed,
That I should summon all enemies to battle,
And it will pierce them itself.

I won the first battle,
And the sword confirmed its usefulness.
You want to fight – well, so be it,
I will wash my sword with blood.

I chopped many enemies,
But I fell into their trap.
But I will not surrender,
I will wash my sword with blood.

When there were five enemies left,
I was able to accidentally find out,
That I did not defeat the right people,
I went to the wrong country...

Such "friends" cannot be forgiven,
I must take terrible revenge.
When I return home again,
I will wash my sword with blood!

Since I am still alive,
I will wash my sword with blood.
Still alive, as long as I'm alive,
And I will wash my sword with blood!

Having eradicated another people,
I lived in this world for a year.
But soon the voices again
Decided to work miracles.

They summoned me to another world
To save the people – because I am a hero!
Again war, again alive,
And I will wash my sword with blood!

I will wash my sword with blood,
I will wash my sword with their blood!
I will wash my sword with their blood,
I will wash my sword with blood!