Avenge the Throne
Shield’s Sentinels

His fame reaches out to all the players across the land
Let me tell you about this player from Geatland
The strength of thirty men he got in each arm
Can solve any problem without using any charm
The slayer on monsters, second to the throne
It’s easy to see why Beowulf is so well known
His mind’s worth is just so grand
Slaying monsters in the way of his demand

In snuck the corpse-maker, silent and swift
Hungry for Geats; catch my drift
Talons sweeping down, feasting on bones
Retaliation coming quick, saver of Danes arose
Arms locked, bouncing off the walls
Tables being trashed, smashing up the mead hall
Arm hanging from the roof, Grendel’s screaming, fear
Run away scared, hiding in the mere

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Let me talk to you about my boy Beowulf
Grendel’s bane, the end to his reign
Let me talk to you about my boy Beowulf
Murdered the mother, living in the monster-gutter
Let me talk to you about my boy Beowulf
Came in at the fourth quarter to save the Danes
Why? ‘Cause the Son of Edgtheow, he’s indifferent to death
And he came to…avenge the throne

Got his first booty and never looked back
Shared wealth with his warriors
‘Cause that’s his wolf pack
Took the monsters arm and put it on the rack
Until the mother came in and took it all back
The great Aeschere got is neck split quick
My boy Beowulf wasn’t having that bit
So, he took his soldiers went down to the mere

The vicious monster took him down under the waves
Grendel’s mother was in a ravenous rage
Picked up Beowulf, through him in her cave
Unferth has failed him, that arm lock was lame
Looked as if it was the end of his fame
He then busts out a magic Giant’s sword
This stuff’s too easy, Beowulf’s bored
Another boast added to his word-hoard

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Fifty years of peace until one guy screwed it up
Pissed off the dragon ‘cause he stole a golden cup
The slayer of monsters goes to stop it, no need for backup
The dragon was crazy, the warriors ran
The fire-bird attacks, time for a new plan
Beowulf grabs his sword and snap’s it on the dragon’s head
It grabs him in his jaws and the ground ran red
Wiglaf stabbed the dragon and it fell down dead

Beowulf battled, his days slipping away
Not a soul will forget this fateful day
War-sweat gushing out, venom through his veins
Soon comes the end to the saver of Danes’ reign
Show me the treasure left to the Geats
Build me a barrow to be seen from the sea
He has died, a pyre set alight as people cry
The ashes of Beowulf float up in the sky