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Scourge of the Danes
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Noble Lord Hrothgar slept
From feasting tired
Soon sore bereft
The monster stirred
In darkness creeping
The vile worm
Skulked in shadows
Cursed his birth
Swift in night
Over fastness and fell
He spits upon life
Swaddled in sin
Sore in hunger
And bitter offence
Despiser of joy
Deft in discordance
Scarred by his strangenenss
A scourge upon the earth
Perverted shape of mortal man
His nightly terror here began
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Grendel
04:16
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Then he found therein
The band of chieftain
Soundly slumbering
They knew not sorrow
The misery of man
Nor the misfortune
That soon would meet them
Grim, savage, ravenous hate
Crowned with clouds of rabid buzzing flies
Grendel
Swift he struck in darkness
Death's shadow followed
Great gushing frenzy
of hot blood and red gore
No hero's blade could harm him
Black beast of night
Creature of perdition
Malevolent, violent monster
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Hygelac's Thane
04:12
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Hail to thee Hrothgar,
I am Hygelac's kin and thane
I have crossed the waves to face
That filthy foe, that black menace
That scourge of the Dane, that beast of hate
I am...
Much acclaim have I won myself
Through deeds of war and of great daring
But if Death takes me, he will have me drenched in the blood of my foe as I honour my name
But if Death takes him, I will him drenched in his own dread blood, as I win my fame
Great is my mighty arm, and greater still my name shall be
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Headhunter
04:16
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Bare-armed for the battle Beowulf did wait
In the homely hall, where blood still stained
Black, the night came creeping in
Watching, waiting
In wrathful mood
The issue of battle
Clasping him with anger, the creature's arm was trapped
Tossed, tearing, screaming
Wrenching the limb it split from Grendel's body
Bleeding from the wound he scrambled over the fens
Falling by the waters, his wretched mother's lair
Her wrath, she'd soon also wreak
Both of their heads, Beowulf would seek
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Beithíoch Ireland
Black/Death/Doom Metal from Ireland's north-west.
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