Where now is the hero
Where is thy singing sword
That spelled the bane of dragons
And sent the ogress to hell
Beowulf - these lands will miss you!
Never again to Denmark shall youreturn
Beowulf - the valkyries doth kiss you!
The fire has left his eyes
Then rain afterwards came
To gently wash the blood away
His noble features so pale to lay
Beowulf - these lands will miss you!
Never again to Denmark shall youreturn
Beowulf - the valkyries doth kiss you!
In the end he overcame
Victory for the brave
Glory, majesty - eternal hail!
