Grendel is coming!
Beowulf set out his army
to fight the beast
but Grendel attacked Beowulf
and his warriors,
slaying the warriors,
tearing them up like meat.
Grendel is coming.
Just like a wolf he came,
big, bad and unafraid.
Grendel is here! His teeth, his fire!
And from the fog he arose,
Grendel is here!
Staring back with grinning teeth,
was the face of Grendel,
squaring up he took a swipe,
slaying brave warriors dead!
Grendel is here,
wash with blood, we have no fear,
flash falling, we will end him here.
We will fight him,
we will end him.

Grendel began to panic, longing to be
out of the Hall and running back to his
home on the moors. With a desperate
lunge he wrenched himself free and
with a sickening grinding and tearing
sound, his huge arm broke off his body
at the shoulder. Grendel was free, but
he had paid a terrible price. His arm,
shoulder to finger-tip dangled in my
iron grasp. Grendel ran in agony from
the Hall, blood gushing uncontrollably
from his terrible wound. He fled out
into the dark moors and when he
reached the haunted lake he plunged
to its depths and with his dying
breath he sang a strange lament...