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Joyful celebrations ring out in the cold night air
Grendel the monster is dead and gone
But something still lurks out there…

That night in the swamp a monster was prowling
Another great troll, fearsome and tall
Full of revenge for the loss of her son
Grendel’s mother approached the hall.

Who killed my son?
Who killed my son?
I will thrash him and beat him!
And crush him! Defeat him!
Who killed my son?

With a great roar, she entered the hall
Killed all the soldiers asleep in her in her path
Beowulf awoke to see her departing
Followed her back to her home in the marsh.

Who killed my son?
Who killed my son?
I will thrash him and beat him!
And crush him! Defeat him!
Who killed my son?

Beowulf put on his helmet and armour
Took a deep breath, knew he had to be brave
Jumped into the bog of murky green water
Fearlessly swam till he came to a cave.

Who killed my son?
Who killed my son?
I will thrash him and beat him!
And crush him! Defeat him!
Who killed my son?

Out of the shadows rushed Grendel’s mother
Blazing with fury she let out a cry
Beowulf discovered his own sword was powerless
Summoned his strength and cast it aside.

You killed my son!
You killed my son!
I will thrash you and beat you!
And crush you! Defeat you!
You killed my son!

Beowulf looked round, desperately searching
Knew in a moment that he would be dead
Grabbed the troll’s sword
Swung it round blindly
Lifted it high…
And cut off her head!

You killed my son…
You killed my son…

Joyful celebrations ring out in the cold night air
And now nothing lurks
Out in the marsh anymore.

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