I miss the revelry, I miss the firelight
I miss the banquet hall,
How well I had it made
When I was ruler and King
I miss the stone towers
I miss the patterned wood,
I miss the arches
How well I had them made
When I was ruler and King.
I miss the gardens, I miss the stables
I miss the palace grounds
How well I had them made
When I was ruler and King
I miss the village folk
I miss their carefree ways
I miss their love and song,
How well we had it made
When I was ruler and King.

The curse of Grendel was gone.
Hrothgars's Hall was ours once more.
It was a night for celebration. Someone
took Grendel's arm from my hand and
replaced it with a mug of foaming beer.
And that huge severed arm was hung
from the roof as a trophy of my victory.