In the halls of kings and battle's fire,
A mother's wrath, a dragon's fate.
To claim his victory and peace to keep.
Beowulf dove into the deep,
Yet one last foe would bring him down.
Raise your horns, sing of glory,
Beowulf his name, the tale it goes.
Grendel came, a monstrous plight,
He forged his fate, through realms dire.
Beowulf sailed o'er the sea,
From shores of home to Hrothgar's hall,
Tore limb from limb, the feast did cease.
In murky depths, the mother dwelled,
Yet darker threats lay still in wait,
Beowulf's brave, enduring story.
He heard the call, he'd heed them all.
Years did pass, a king renowned,
In Geatland bold, a hero rose,
A dragon fierce with breath of flame,
Lives evermore, forevermore.
To end the fiend and set men free.
A vengeful heart, her fury swelled.
In ancient halls his deeds remain,
With grip of steel, he faced the beast,
A hero's song, a timeless strain.
In Herot's heart, he struck at night.
Beowulf's name in saga lore,
Beowulf faced his final claim.