In a world of eternal dreams A time where bravery engulfed morality Beowulf, under the Wielder of Glory The son of Edgetheow The servant of Hygelac Would become the Heorot of the Danes Grendel, man, monster, demon Tearing at will through the land A blood lusted orgy of man Hygelac must end this feast Beowulf our wielder of glory Son of Edgetheow The servant of Hygelac The Heorot of the Danes Beowulf sails with the warther Geats Saltwater whips at his face As he pictures this creature of evil Banished a kindred of Cain Beowulf our wielder of glory Son of Edgetheow The servant of Hygelac The Hoerot of the Danes The benches were cleared for Beowulf and Geats The stout-hearted warriors bore strenght in the feast The song of the poet rang strong in the Heorot The carousing of people singing of victories Rage inflamed, wreckage bent He ripped off the jaws of the hall His eyes lit like fire by night Fuelled by proponquity of pain Grendel reached out with unfreindly fingers Hygelac's brave kinsman tore through tendons Grendel found flesh and bone had failed him To Beowulf the glory of the fight was granted Beowulf our wielder of glory Son of Edgetheow The servant of Hygelac The Hoerot of the Danes Beowulf our wielder of glory Son of Edgetheow The servant of Hygelac The Hoerot of the Danes