Beowulf: Final Chorus

They mourn for their lord

and they sing his praises still,

lament why he had to die, his blood to spill,

why that fearful monster had to kill.

The wailing war heroes

cried in their hands,

for their famous chief known

through the whole land

then they lit the flame upon the stand.

The folk of the Geatmen then

ready got their king.

With heavy heart they

covered him in earth,

strong for the burning, and the

smoke cloud then ascended,

the sad and roaring fire,

and sent his soul up

soaring to heaven to glory in the stars!

And the sad and roaring fire

that sent him to heaven.

Beowulf, our hero now, you have made

your name with glory in the stars.