I sold my life for this treasure, and I sold it well. Take what I leave Wiglaf, lead my people, help them, my time is gone.
What shall I do with this the treasure my lord
Have the brave Geats build me a tomb, when the funeral flames have burned me, and build it here, at the water's edge, high on this spit of land, so sailors can see this tower, and remember my name, and call it Beowulfs tower.
The fire serpent has been slain, but our mighty king, Beowulf perished along with the great beast. Beowulf made me promise to have the great geets build him a tomb, a great tower of sorts, Beowulf's tower.
Finally Beowulfs tower is finished, all that's left is to store the treasure inside the tower