Beowulf: Storm, Steel, and Sacrifice

Hear now the tale from winters old. Of iron hearts and courage bold.

Where blood did steam on frozen ground, and heroes' names were battle crowned.

Drunk from across the whale road roar, Beowulf comes to Hrothgar's shore.

A warrior built of storm and steel, whose fame all kingdoms know and

feel. I am Beowulf! He calls into the ale hall

flame, monster bane shall be my name. No blade I need,

no shield I take, I'll rip the demon limb from break.

In the dark where the cursed one creeps, Grendel rises where the night thing