Seasons come and go Grendel’s claw strikes cold No sword can break his skin Trollish; born from sin Raised to harm and kill Geat flesh is his fill As Hrothgar loses the fight Beowulf hears his plight
Whilst the monster peers in Heorot Hall waits to meet its fate Silently Beowulf waits
Seasons come and go Grendel’s claw strikes cold Beowulf’s hand takes good hold Never letting go Grendel pulls and wails Desperate to be free Then armless he turns and flees Beowulf’s victory
Grendel runs hard in flight Finds his lair in the endless night Then he lays down and dies
(In English & Anglo-Saxon): A hero, a hero, a hero of the people Sigero, guerferod, hildewulf mann gecydnes A hero, a hero, a hero of the people Sigero, guerferod, hildewulf mann gecydnes
Grendel’s mother in rage Takes revenge for her dragon son Beowulf takes up his sword That’s forged by the gods Striking twice finds his destiny Hero and king he dies