No one/ Waited for reparation from his plundering claws:/ That shadow of death hunted in the darkness,/ Stalked Hrothgar's warriors." the monster relished his savage war/ On the Danes, keeping the bloody feud/ Alive, seeking no peace, offering/ No truce, accepting no settlement, no price/ In gold or land, and paying the living/ For one crime only with another.
"Twelve winters of grief for Hrothgar, king/ Of the Danes, sorrow heaped at his door/ By hell-forged hands, His misery leaped/ The seas, was told and sung in all/ Men's ears" He was spawned in that slime/Of Cain, murderous creatures banished/ By God, punished forever for the crime/ Of Abel's death." "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 hell on earth. made quick with life, with each/ Of the nations who now move on its face."
"recalling/ The Almighty making of the earth, shaping/ These beautiful plains marked off by oceans,/ Then proudly setting the sun and moon/ To glow across the land and light it /. "Nor have I ever seen,/ Out of all the men on earth, one greater/ Than has come with you no commoner carries/ Such weapons, unless his appearance, and his beauty,/ Are both lies." So young men build/ The future, wisely open-handed in peace,/ Protected in war so warriors earn/ Their fame, and wealth is shaped with a sword." "His father's warrior were wound round his heart/ With golden rings, bound to their prince/ By his father's treasure.
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