And Beowulf came into the place
Where giant Grendel stood, of twisted face
And strewn upon a beach as black as coal
The whitened bones of warriors of old

Many had come, and many here had died
Still, "I am Beowulf of the Goths!" he cried
But poisoned silence filled the air with dread
Where shadow-walkers feasted on the dead

And Beowulf slew the fiend with mighty hand
And cast its sevеred head upon the sand
A mournful cry camе up from caverns deep
The demon’s mother wakened from her sleep

The Queen of Darkness, mistress of the night
Beguiler of men and enemy of light
She sang a song of sorrow in her den
And swore revenge on all the sons of men