Grendel - Fair Deal Studios Version - Marillion

Midnight suns bid moors farewell, retreats from charging dusk

Mountain echo, curfews bell, signal ending tasks

They place their faith in oaken doors, cower in candlelight

The panic seeps through bloodstained floors as Grendel stalks the night

Earth rim walker seeks his meals

Prepare the funeral pyres

The shaper's songs no longer heal the fear

Within their eyes, their eyes

Wooden figures, pagan gods, stare blindly cross the sea

Appeal for help from ocean fogs, for saviour born of dreams

They know their lives are forfeit now, priestly head they bow in shame

They cannot face the trembling crowd that flinch in Grendel's name

Earth rim walker seeks his meals

Prepare the funeral pyres

The shaper's songs no longer heal the fear

Within their eyes, their eyes

As Grendel leaves his mossy home beneath the stagnant mere

Along the forest path he roams to Hrothgar's hall so clear

He knows that victory is secured, his charm will testify

His claws will drip with mortal blood as moonbeams haunt the sky

Earth rim walker seeks his meals

Prepare the funeral pyres

The shaper's songs no longer heal the fear

Within their eyes, their eyes

Silken membranes span his path, fingerprints in dew

Denizens of twilight lands humbly beg him through

Mother nature's bastard child shunned by leaf and stream

An alien in an alien land seeks solace within dreams

The shaper's lies his poisoned tongue malign with mocking harp

Beguiling queen her innocence offends his icy heart

Hounds freeze in silence bewitched by the reptile spell

Sulphurous essence pervades round the grassy dell

Heorot awaits him like lamb to the butcher's knife

Stellular heavens ignore even children's cries

Screams are his music, lightning his guide

Raping the darkness, death by his side

Chants rise in terror, free round the oaken beams

Flickering firelight portraying the grisly scene

Warriors advance, prepare for the nightmare foe

Futile their sacrifice as even their hearts must know

Heroes delusion, with feet in the grave

Lurker at the threshold, he cares not for the brave, he cares not for the brave

So you thought that your bolts and your locks would keep me out

You should have known better after all this time

You're gonna pay in blood for all your vicious slander

With your ugly pale skins and your putrid blue eyes

Why should I feel pity when you kill your own and feel no shame

God's on my side, sure as hell, I'm gonna take no blame

I'm gonna take no blame, I'm gonna take no blame

So you say you believe in all of Mother Nature's laws

You lust for gold with your sharpened knives

Oh when your hoards are gathered and your enemies left to rot

You pray with your bloodstained hands at the feet of your pagan gods

Then you try to place the killer's blade in my hand

You call for justice and distort the truth

Well I've had enough of all your pretty pretty speeches

Receive your punishment, Expose your throats to my righteous claws

And let the blood flow, and let the blood flow, flow, flow, flow.