Our story dwells in pagan times When darkness ruled in Denmark 500 AD Hrothgar mighty king of Danes Sat on his throne, proclaiming loud and joyously "Warriors, enjoy your mead in this great hall This Heorot, I've built for you" The walls were shaking from the songs of drunken tales A grand feast our Hrothgar threw
Suddenly all lights went out and silence rose As the warriors drew their swords Through the gates I smashed my way into their hall For death and hate I roared Crushing bones and drinking blood of fallen foes Thirsty souls were lost in pain The morning after Hrothgar said "Now seal this hall, no joy will echo again"
The curse of Grendel's fate A path of vengeful hate In blood and hope they'll pay For casting me astray
Finally I met my match in geaten hands When Beowulf and I did meet Iron gripped, two equal beasts, in mortal dance For victory we did compete Beowulf then topple me and snatched my arm I ran, defeat was mine Ultimately loss of blood demanded my rest this one final time
A legend has been born From where my life was torn But know this from my tale The one true monster did prevailTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
