Let us tell you of the hall, you've heard?
It anchored all the world, you heard?
Its walls were faith,
Its gold hung sides were as
warm as mothers' arms.
Built of a king the great hall was,
A gift for us the great hall was,
It girdled all our people round
And bound us as close as bone.
To enter that place felt like
second birth as a warrior,
A legacy for us, it made us
all into golden men.
Even in death we pass through the door
to light the torches and
kneel before the king.
In death we sing its praises,
it rises in our dreams.

Everyone loved Hrothgar and
his Great Hall. Well every human
anyway. But not Grendel. In every
generation evil comes again into our
world, and always with a new name
and a new form. For Hrothgar and
his people Grendel was that evil.
What was Grendel? Well to call him a
troll would be about right, but that's
a bit of an insult to trolls. And it looks
like we might have a few in tonight.
He looked like a demon that had been
crossed with a giant a particularly
cross giant. He was incredibly strong
with huge shoulders and arms, and had
sharp cruel claws and teeth. And he
smelled appalling. The smell was due
to his unusual diet he ate humans, as
many as he could catch and stuff into
his mouth. And as evening fell he crept
down from the cold moors, down to the
world of men, down to Hrothgar's Hall.