Epping Forest Devouring Soul
Once upon in a cave
He had to feel the pain
Inflicted upon his victims
And Hrothgar
Grendel, Devouring Souls
The arm, he caught
That arm, he unscrewed
Of fury and bitterness, he howls
Kill the inner pain
Cutting with a knife, his bowels
Shredding unto his brains
Grendel floats in utter madness
And Beowulf, praise with his bloody horn
Pray for Death, die for that praise
Kill the pain that still remains