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Grendel
Dumb as dirt and twice as mean, such a son makes
mother crazy
Foul as sewers I have seen, ugly, loutish, large and lazy
That's the child I've had to raise, what's a Mom to do?
Drag him to our ocean cave, and stay to watch him too.
Son of mine, you've been a disappointment since
your birth
Now I've got to bury you in this cold northern earth
I know you would be sorry if you weren't so very dead
But you never listened to a word I said.
Everybody's got to rest, even I get tired and
sleepy
Sonny left our little nest on errands cruel and creepy
Came back with a haunch of Man gnawed down to the bone
Left each night from that day on, while I slept like a stone
Vikings gathered in their hall, heroes all in war
delighting
When my Grendel came to call he was met with mighty fighting
One among them took his arm, ripped it off for good
Chased him to our ocean home and killed him where he stood
When I found my wine was spiked, it was far too
late to aid him
Though there wasn't much I liked, I was often glad I'd made him
So I must avenge him now, what's a Mom to do?
If he was yours anyhow, I bet that you would too
© Kathy Mar & Leslie Fish. All rights reserved.
Grendel (part two)
Backhand blows and trust betrayed, teach a son to
love his mother
Cursed be he and she that made, less a man than something other
Hellbent have I been since birth, damned for father's sin
Hating all I stalk this earth, leave havoc where I've been
Mother, dear, I know I disappoint you, I don't
care
All I have to thank you for are long years of despair
You tell me that you love me now that my poor life is done
but I don't believe you'll miss me when I'm gone
Mother snores while Grendel creeps out for sport
and bellyfilling
Hunting rabbits in their sleeps, such as they were made for killing
I the one to teach them fear, I the one to slay
Satan's laughter echoes near when Grendel goes to play
"Save us, dear Lord, from this Beast," the Danes
cried out, a hero came
I went to join them in their feast and learned the bitter taste of shame
I howled to shatter Heaven's walls, shrieked so Hell could hear
Told all creation with my calls my mortal end was near
Now at last my breath is gone, Mother, it's too
late to chasten
Let me lie till death comes on, then away to Hell I'll hasten
Heaven's road is hidden from the likes of you or me
I'll go when I'm bidden "come", but I will wait for thee...
© Skald-Brandr Toralfsson
Find more of Leslie Fish´s lyrics and more Filk & Folk Songs at Random Factors.
Image: "Gollum", © John Howe, www.john-howe.com, used by permission.