The battle comes.

So before we raid the dragon's hoard,
Weep with me and lament our lord,
Build for him a funeral fire,
With the shields of the
conquered pile it higher
A golden beacon to light the sky
And bid our lord a last goodbye.
He was our shield against the dark,
Amongst murky evil a fiery spark,
Extinguished now, we stumble on
And must find among us another one,
Another noble lord to stand,
Another great hero to defend our land,
(Or a heroine - for killing
monsters that appear
Is an equal opportunity career)
Beowulf showed us it can be done,
Showed us how battles can be won.
So recall his deeds and
the words he spoke,
And be a kingdom of united folk.