The two corpses rise. Merging into each other they become. . .
one terrifying dragon supporting seven heads: Lorro, king of the seven deadly sins. . .
"We gave up our Prince. Now, Wiglaf, we are dishonored!
"Heathobard barons, Geatish knights, we all must face death to preserve our honor! Let's go back to the swamp of blood!"
"With Beowulf! With Beowulf!"
The swamp of blood and death. Only the rocks rise through the darkness.
A cloud rises, engulfing the summit: lightning flashes in the clouds. . .
"Over there is where we fight!"
The huge dragon wrapped in its coils around Gunnar and Beowulf!
The men defend themselves desperately!
The squad of knights fight desperately to survive. . .
and attacks the monster from hell from all sides.
They make their stand rushing into the fire, sparks flying from the impact. . .
The monster appears to be invincible: the two heads of anger and envy biting and tearing into Beowulf…
Beowulf falls: his hand touches an object made of stone . . . Grendel's knife. . .
one terrifying dragon supporting seven heads: Lorro, king of the seven deadly sins. . .
"We gave up our Prince. Now, Wiglaf, we are dishonored!
"Heathobard barons, Geatish knights, we all must face death to preserve our honor! Let's go back to the swamp of blood!"
"With Beowulf! With Beowulf!"
The swamp of blood and death. Only the rocks rise through the darkness.
A cloud rises, engulfing the summit: lightning flashes in the clouds. . .
"Over there is where we fight!"
The huge dragon wrapped in its coils around Gunnar and Beowulf!
The men defend themselves desperately!
The squad of knights fight desperately to survive. . .
and attacks the monster from hell from all sides.
They make their stand rushing into the fire, sparks flying from the impact. . .
The monster appears to be invincible: the two heads of anger and envy biting and tearing into Beowulf…
Beowulf falls: his hand touches an object made of stone . . . Grendel's knife. . .