Where now is the hero

Where is thy singing sword

That spelled the bane of dragons

And sent the Ogress to Hell?

Beowulf, these lands will miss you!

Never again to Denmark shall you return

Beowulf, the Valkyries doth kiss you!

The fire has left his eyes

Then rain afterwards came

To gently wash the blood away

His noble features so pale to lay

Beowulf, these lands will miss you!

Never again to Denmark shall you return

Beowulf, the Valkyries doth kiss you!

In the end he overcame

Victory for the brave

Glory, majesty - eternal hail!