Tremble, Heorot! Hear you what I need:
Give me something to shoot, a sword to swing,
Give me a hated enemy that bleeds!
Give me a mug of ale and bards that sing
The songs of my greatness, my strength, my might.
I have slain ogre and bested monster!
Give me your virgin daughter for a wife!
Pray, have I not won glory and honor?
Why, then, do you not bow at my coming?
What more must I do for you drop to
Your knees? Whose blood must I spill, heart drumming
Like warsong? What armor must I cleave through?
Frail things pass me. I am alone and tense.
Who must I kill to make this world make sense?