Tribune - From Funeral To Funeral lyrics

Gems heaped in piles upon the breast of the king The funeral of Scyld Sprung from his loins, the royal house of the Danes Beset by Grendel The Danes stand no chance against the scion of Cain Beowulf must set sail to see the beast is slain Bringing a wrath of fire against the enemy Geats lay in wait all through the night When Grendel returns, their champion he’ll fight They grapple in arms, but without an arm The villain must flee, though mortal may be his harm Mother’s wrath stirred awake She surfaces in her lake Midnight abductor She takes the king’s counsellor The champion must swim deep in the fen He battles the monster’s mother in her den Her blood rots a sword completely away The Geats and the Danes have found victory this day Years down the road, the champion is become king Through blood and war Now he must face the greatest fight of his life The man-slaying wyrm Now as his sword is shattered the dragon sees its chance Champion and monster both perish in their dance Bringing our tale from funeral to funeral