Oh Denmark
Oh,Denmark
There is a dragon still alive a live
With all the gold
I hope that Beowulf will finally have his day
Heorot will help the king
With a sling of his sword
No wounds will hurt
No dragons will live
In Denmark anymore
People will love the king
Finally they can win at something
They can say they are from Denmark
The dragons will come but they will die in their own fires
King Hrothgar builds Heorot Hall
Shield Sheafson who founded the ruling house
The temples of Plato will take a incense of dragon's blood
Virgil will rhyme how the Lord saved the king
Plato will talk about a far off land call Woodland
With all the forests and rain
In the south Schleswig
Has trees and meadows that grow
There rose thorn's are a pain
I hope I can kill all of them before I'm too old
I watch the crows and wish I could fly away
With my baby and Marius by my side
On a dragon's back.
To the land of wood and trees.
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