Frotha hands the potion to Grendel.
"Drink to Win!"
Through the ravine in the darkness into light, Beowulf blows his horn. . .
In the gloomy underground labyrinth where they are chained to the rock, prisoners of Grendel . . .
. . . guarded by drowsy monsters . . .
. . . passes, like a whirlwind of fire, the blast of the battle horn. . . they begin to toss themselves, restless, and Grendel appears armed with a knife made of stone. . .
"Prisoners, today you shall have to die fighting!"
The prisoners writhe in their chains.
"We want our freedom back!"
Grendel gestures and the broken chains jump. . .
From the top of the castle, the cursed Grendel points out to them the Geatish knights.
"Freedom waits beyond these armed men ... kill them all!"
The prisoners reply:
"This, infamous monster, and what we ask!"
On the edge of battle, Beowulf raises his voice to challenge.
"Arise, monster from hell’s closed abyss
The honor of the scildings awaits among you:
and flames and screams and growls thunder
you will be pilloried with the crucifix!"
A flight of javelins fell on the group of Beowulf’s warriors. . .
. . . then a troop rides out of the shadows of darkness, charging with swords raised. . .
And the horsemen of Beowulf were spurred to face them.
"Drink to Win!"
Through the ravine in the darkness into light, Beowulf blows his horn. . .
In the gloomy underground labyrinth where they are chained to the rock, prisoners of Grendel . . .
. . . guarded by drowsy monsters . . .
. . . passes, like a whirlwind of fire, the blast of the battle horn. . . they begin to toss themselves, restless, and Grendel appears armed with a knife made of stone. . .
"Prisoners, today you shall have to die fighting!"
The prisoners writhe in their chains.
"We want our freedom back!"
Grendel gestures and the broken chains jump. . .
From the top of the castle, the cursed Grendel points out to them the Geatish knights.
"Freedom waits beyond these armed men ... kill them all!"
The prisoners reply:
"This, infamous monster, and what we ask!"
On the edge of battle, Beowulf raises his voice to challenge.
"Arise, monster from hell’s closed abyss
The honor of the scildings awaits among you:
and flames and screams and growls thunder
you will be pilloried with the crucifix!"
A flight of javelins fell on the group of Beowulf’s warriors. . .
. . . then a troop rides out of the shadows of darkness, charging with swords raised. . .
And the horsemen of Beowulf were spurred to face them.