vanity, greed, compromise, this is the journey of an ordinary person to overcome himself,
to undertake, to atone for, to pay, this is a song dedicated to the end. Passing down the hymns of the deceased,
circulating, singing, and eternal, this is the legend of indelible names and stories. It
was an era of belief in heroes and worship of the gods. The bold and vigorous men all dreamed of becoming heroes and being supreme. Kings, treasures, beauties, power, enjoy the most glorious things in the world, wielding the sharp blades in their hands like gods descended to the earth, galloping on the boundless earth, wherever their feet pass, they will leave their heroic deeds, swept away like swept away All the enemies and obstacles who dare to stand in front of them, let their names and stories be passed down by the wandering poets forever.
But the age of the hero is gone, Christ has killed him, leaving the people with nothingness, fear and shame, only the weeping martyrs, people no longer worship the hero, fold their hands and begin to pray.
Because there are no heroes in front of God, heroes are just ordinary people after all, heroes will eventually pass away, they lose to God, but also to themselves.
Beowulf, prince of The Geats, bravest and greatest hero, leader of all valiant warriors, destroyer and slayer of demons, slaughtered the tribe of giants in Orkney, in the raging waves Smashing the skulls of sea monsters, fighting the monster Grendel naked and breaking one of his arms, is the invincible powerhouse, the fearless man of heaven.
But at the same time, he is also a vain, cowardly, greedy mortal. He will be seduced by beauty, robbed of his mind by endless wealth and supreme power, and will give up his reputation and glory under the whispers of demons, indulging in intoxication. For false success and cowardly immortality.
As he said to Finn of Frisia, "Do you know why you can't kill me? For long ago, when I was young, I was dead."
Before his eyes was a desire to kill himself to become The hero, the unknown person of Frisia who longed to be praised forever, he saw as the young self who once regarded glory and fame as everything and sacrificed his life for it.
But being a hero and a king is not an ideal scene, fighting the enemy every sunrise, counting gold and loot every sunset, and lingering with beautiful women every night.
How many people have chosen to compromise and degenerate on the road to their ideals, how many people have become cowards, the empty power and wealth, the crown that has long lost its light, the rotten throne, lies and deceit, the betrayal of oaths. And the loss of faith, the deal with the devil sells his soul, the price of having everything is to lose everything.
The true reputation is cast with blood and the splendor of life, and the
true glory is written by the footprints without shame and no regrets.
But it's too late, the age of heroes is over, maybe there never was a hero at all, "Give him a piece of gold, send him back, and he has a story to tell people." But the story of a hero will live on forever .
A man wants to make up for the sins he has committed, a hero wants to recover the lofty ideals he once held, a king wants to take responsibility for his people, maybe he was once cowardly, hesitant, lost, and now He wants to personally draw an end to this evil cycle of cause and effect, and present the most brilliant finale for the end of this era.
As a hero, what he defeated was not monsters and dragons, but his own greed, vanity, cowardice and weakness. What he defeated was himself who had once compromised with evil and desire.
Beowulf, who slaughtered the fire dragon born by himself and the banshee, said,
"Have you ever heard of her, the mother of Grendel, the mother of my children, my..."
" No, Your Majesty, you killed Grendel's mother when we were young, and it will be remembered forever."
The wooden boat carrying Beowulf's body slowly disappeared into the fire like a hero's belief , quietly walked off the stage of this era, the king who regained the golden horn and the banshee who continued to seduce the next hero, the outcome of the story has long been irrelevant, because the passage of time will eventually take everything away, because the era of heroes has Closing.
But the brilliance of heroes will always shine in the long river of history, and the stories of heroes will always be praised and circulated.
He is a bone-breaking hammer, a heart-breaking sickle, a heart-piercing blade, and a lung-shattering blade!
He is the sharp tooth in the dark, the claws in the night!
His name is infinite power! It's endless lust! It is supreme power!
His name is Beowulf!
Out of the mist of history
He'll come again
Sailing on ships across the sea
To a wounded Nation
Signs of a savoir
Like fire on the water
It's what we prayed for
One of our own
Just wait
Though wide he may roam
Always
A hero comes home
He goes where no one has gone
But always
A hero comes home
Deep in the heart of darkness sparks
A dream of lies
Surrounded by hopelessness
He finds the will to fight
There's no surrender
Always remember
It doesn't end here
We're not alone
Just wait
Though wide he may roam
Always
A hero comes home
He goes where no one has gone
But always
A hero comes home
And he will come back on the crimson tide
Dead or alive
And even though we know the bridge has burned
He will return
He will return
Just wait
Though wide he may roam
Always
A hero comes home
He knows of places unknown
But Always
A hero comes home
Someday they'll carve in stone
"The hero comes home"
He goes and comes back alone
But always
A hero comes home
Just wait
Though wide he may roam
Always
A hero comes home
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