I. Heorot's plea and Grendel's awakening

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

Ii. Grendel's Journey

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

Iii. Lurker at the Threshold

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