Where now is the hero Where is thy singing sword That spelled the bane of dragons And sent the ogress to hell Beowulf - these lands will miss you! Never again to Denmark shall youreturn Beowulf - the valkyries doth kiss you! The fire has left his eyes Then rain afterwards came To gently wash the blood away His noble features so pale to lay Beowulf - these lands will miss you! Never again to Denmark shall youreturn Beowulf - the valkyries doth kiss you! In the end he overcame Victory for the brave Glory, majesty - eternal hail!