Don't you feel bad for Grendel,
Mind all rotted by the devil;
Lost boy with a world against him,
Voices inside push towards the brim

He hates the world he roams alone.
The Dragons charm, flesh cold as stone;
The Shaper's voice, head is aching;
Wealthoew's charm, heart is breaking;

Grendel's anger will seal his fate;
Fatal madness will not abate.
He dies by fluke, fate corrupted;
So may we all