Who's there? Sneaker!
Who's there? The dark star!
See Grendel burning in his
sallow flesh in hell!
Do you fear him?
Does his bite still pain your arm,
Does his bite still pain your ageing arm?
Wicked Grendel ran your soldiers low!
Beowulf, Grendel is coming
to hurt and to maim you,
Grendel is coming to kill you,
neck deep in blood and in brittle gore,
he will come to find you Beowulf!
Grendel is coming to hurt
and to maim you,
Grendel is coming to maim
and to hurt you.
Beowulf is doomed!

It was at this point, the darkest
moment when evil seemed triumphant,
that a hero came forth. He came from a
land far away. He was brave, handsome
and strong, with the strength of 30
men. His name was.. well he was me
actually: Beowulf. I arrived on the
shore by boat and was taken straight
to King Hrothgar. Hrothgar was
an old man, made older and more
frail by the terrible sufferings of his
people. His beautiful young wife,
Wealhtheow, greeted me kindly.