The Wrath Of Grendel
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- ALL 30 OF MY NIGHTS WERE KILLED!
- A powerful monster, living down In the darkness, growled in pain, impatient As day after day the music rang Loud in that hall.
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- That is the ugliest mouse i've ever seen
- So Hrothgar's men lived happy in his hall Till the monster stirred, that demon, that fiend, Grendel, who haunted the moors, the wild Marshes, and made his home in a hell Not hell but earth. He was spawned in that slime, Conceived by a pair of those monsters born Of Cain, murderous creatures banished By God, punished forever for the crime Or Abel's death. The Almighty drove Those demons out, and their exile was bitter, 25 Shut away from men; they split Into a thousand forms of evil spirits And fiends, goblins, monsters, giants, A brood forever opposing the Lord's Will, and again and again defeated. He found them sprawled in sleep, suspecting on Killing as often as he could.
- foolish beings!You will encounter your fates at the claws of a monstrous creature that will arrive whilst you slumber!:(
- \Dared to touch king Hrothgar's glorious He slipped through the door and there in the silence Throne, protected by God-God, Snatched up thirty men, smashed them Whose love Grendel could not know. But Hrothgar's Unknowing in their beds and ran out with their bodies, Heart was bent. The best and most noble The blood dripping behind him, back Of his council debated remedies, sat To his lair, delighted with his night's slaughter. At daybreak, with the sun's first light, they saw In secret sessions, talking of terrorAnd wondering what the bravest of warriors could do. How well he had worked, and in that gray morningAnd sometimes they sacrificed to the old stone gods. Broke their long feast with tears and laments Made heathen vows, hoping for Hell's For the dead. Hrothgar, their lord, sat joyless Support, the Devil's guidance in driving . In Herot, a mighty prince mourning .Their affliction ofs. That was their way, The fate of his lost friends and companions,;And the heathen's only hope, Hell Knowing by its tracks that some demon had torn.Always in their hearts, knowing neither God His followers apart. He wept, fearing; Nor His passing as He walks through our world, the lord The beginning might not be the end. And that night
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- No kidding!..still ugly though
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