Midnight suns bid moors farewell, retreats from charging dusk |
| Mountain echo, curfews bell, signal ending tasks |
| They place their faith in oaken doors, cower in candlelight |
| The panic seeps through bloodstained floors as Grendel stalks the night |
Earth rim walker seeks his meals |
| Prepare the funeral pyres |
| The shaper's songs no longer heal the fear |
| Within their eyes, their eyes |
Wooden figures, pagan gods, stare blindly cross the sea |
| Appeal for help from ocean fogs, for savior born of dreams |
| They know their lives are forfeit now, priestly head they bow in shame |
| They cannot face the trembling crowd that flinch in Grendel's name |
Earth rim walker seeks his meals |
| Prepare the funeral pyres |
| The shaper's songs no longer heal the fear |
| Within their eyes, their eyes |
As Grendel leaves his mossy home beneath the stagnant mere |
| Along the forest path he roams to Hrothgar's hall so clear |
| He knows that victory is secured, his charm will testify |
| His claws will drip with mortal blood as moonbeams haunt the sky |
Earth rim walker seeks his meals |
| Prepare the funeral pyres |
| The shaper's songs no longer heal the fear |
| Within their eyes, their eyes |
Silken membranes span his path, fingerprints in dew |
| Denizens of twilight lands humbly beg him through |
| Mother nature's bastard child shunned by leaf and stream |
| An alien in an alien land seeks solace within dreams |
| The shaper's lies his poisoned tongue malign with mocking harp |
| Beguiling queen her innocence offends his icy heart |
Hounds freeze in silence bewitched by the reptile spell |
| Sulphurous essence pervades round the grassy dell |
| Heorot awaits him like lamb to the butcher's knife |
| Stellular heavens ignore even children's cries |
Screams are his music, lightning his guide |
| Raping the darkness, death by his side |
Chants rise in terror, free round the oaken beams |
| Flickering firelight portraying the grisly scene |
| Warriors advance, prepare for the nightmare foe |
| Futile their sacrifice as even their hearts must know |
Heroes delusion, with feet in the grave |
| Lurker at the threshold, he cares not for the brave, he cares not for the brave |
So you thought that your bolts and your locks would keep me out |
| You should have known better after all this time |
| You're gonna pay in blood for all your vicious slander |
| With your ugly pale skins and your putrid blue eyes |
| Why should I feel pity when you kill your own and feel no shame |
| God's on my side, sure as hell, I'm gonna take no blame |
| I'm gonna take no blame, I'm gonna take no blame |
So you say you believe in all of Mother Nature's laws |
| You lust for gold with your sharpened knives |
| Oh when your hoards are gathered and your enemies left to rot |
| You pray with your bloodstained hands at the feet of your pagan gods |
Then you try to place the killer's blade in my hand |
| You call for justice and distort the truth |
| Well I've had enough of all your pretty pretty speeches |
| Receive your punishment, Expose your throats to my righteous claws |
| And let the blood flow, and let the blood flow, flow, flow, flow |