Long ago in a land of frost and fear, Where shadows whispered and death drew near, From distant shores, a hero came, Beowulf, his name, a blazing flame. With strength of steel and heart of gold, He sought the tales that bards once told, To rid the hall of Heorot's plight, And face the beast that stalked the night. Oh, Beowulf, the fearless, the bold, In the darkest night, your light unfolds. With iron hand and spirit untamed, You faced the darkness, its fear was named. Grendel came, a monster of dread, With claws of steel and eyes blood-red. But Beowulf stood, no fear in his gaze, And tore the monster in a fiery blaze. Oh, Beowulf, the fearless, the bold, In the darkest night, your light unfolds. With iron hand and spirit untamed, You faced the darkness, its fear was named. Years passed by, a crown he bore, A king beloved, his people's core. But fate would call with a dragon's roar, A final battle, forevermore. Oh, Beowulf, the fearless, the wise, In the shadow of death, your legend will rise. With iron hand and heart so true, The world remembers the hero in you. Now sleep, great king, in your barrow high, Beneath the stars and the endless sky. Your tale lives on, through ages told, Beowulf, the hero, forever bold.
