Here dwell I no longer for Destiny calleth me!

Bid thou my warriors after my funeral pyre

Build me a burial-cairn high on the sea-cliff’s head;

So that the wayfarers Beowulf’s Barrow

Henceforth shall name it.

Thou art the last of all the kindred of Wagmund!

Wyrd has swept all my kin all the brave chiefs away!

Now I must follow them!

Beowulf, King of the Geats