They mourn for their lord
and they sing his praises still,
lament why he had to die, his blood to spill,
why that fearful monster had to kill.
The wailing war heroes
cried in their hands,
for their famous chief known
through the whole land
then they lit the flame upon the stand.
The folk of the Geatmen then
ready got their king.
With heavy heart they
covered him in earth,
strong for the burning, and the
smoke cloud then ascended,
the sad and roaring fire,
and sent his soul up
soaring to heaven to glory in the stars!
And the sad and roaring fire
that sent him to heaven.
Beowulf, our hero now, you have made
your name with glory in the stars.