And sometimes they sacrificed to the old stone gods, Made heathen vows, hoping for Hell'sSupport, the Devil's guidance in driving Their affliction off. That was their way,And the heathen's only hope, HellAlways in their hearts, knowing neither GodNor His passing as He walks through our world, the Lord Of Heaven and earth; their ears could not hear His praise nor know His glory. Let them Beware, those who are thrust into danger, Clutched at by trouble, yet can carry no solace In their hearts, cannot hope to be better! Hail To those who will rise to God, drop offTheir dead bodies and seek our Father's pe

Beowulf Page | 3 Of the marsh, always there, unseen.So mankind's enemy continued his crimes, Killing as often as he could, coming Alone, bloodthirsty and horrible. Though he lived In Herot, when the night hid him,

hat shadow of death hunted in the darkness, Stalked Hrothgar's warriors, oldAnd young, lying in waiting, hiddenIn mist, invisibly following them from t

His misery leaped The seas, was told and sung in allMen's ears: how Grendel's hatred began

lost friends and companions, Knowing by its tracks that some demon had torn His followers apart. He wept, fearing The beginning might not be the end. And that night Grendel came again, so setOn murder t

t daybreak, with the sun's first light, they saw How well he had worked

As day after day the music rangLoud in that hall,' the harp's rejoicing Call and the poet's clear songs, sung Of the ancient beginnings of us all, re

A powerful monster, living downIn the darkness, growled in pain, impatient