Listen to us now, listen
to our cry Beowulf,
we will not fight!
You once sang of peace and
you sang of honour,
but you are now old.
We will not fight the monster
who will lay us down,
we will not fight.

So be it. If none of you will stand with
me I will ride out alone one last time to
face evil. But listen to what I have said
tonight and learn from it. Evil is never
truly banished from the world. We can
only hope for a time to hold it back,
to push it to the margins of our land,
into the wild places, the
mountains and moors,
to the depths of the sea and
its farthest shores.
Oh dear, I'm getting all poetic again
- it's old age. Listen to my warning.
Evil things will return, and then it
will fall to one of you to defend our
people to be the hero for a generation.
To be a Beowulf. And so farewell.