Seasons come and go
Grendel’s claw strikes cold
No sword can break his skin
Trollish; born from sin
Raised to harm and kill
Geat flesh is his fill
As Hrothgar loses the fight
Beowulf hears his plight
Whilst the monster peers in
Heorot Hall waits to meet its fate
Silently Beowulf waits
Seasons come and go
Grendel’s claw strikes cold
Beowulf’s hand takes good hold
Never letting go
Grendel pulls and wails
Desperate to be free
Then armless he turns and flees
Beowulf’s victory
Grendel runs hard in flight
Finds his lair in the endless night
Then he lays down and dies
(In English & Anglo-Saxon):
A hero, a hero, a hero of the people
Sigero, guerferod, hildewulf mann gecydnes
A hero, a hero, a hero of the people
Sigero, guerferod, hildewulf mann gecydnes
Grendel’s mother in rage
Takes revenge for her dragon son
Beowulf takes up his sword
That’s forged by the gods
Striking twice finds his destiny
Hero and king he dies
