(..) I am not in a mood for marrymaking. I'll ride down to marine, to prepare the boat. We still leave tomorrow, on the tide. Do we not? Aye. My fays. My friends, brothers, This place for me has been a hall of sadness, and for all of us it has been a place of misery bloodshead and death. (..)

(..) the one and only God. Back, back! Faster, faster, faster! I wanna a kiss. Give me a kiss. I wanna kiss you. - Stop it! My fays, my beautiful fays. One year ago, I, Hrothgar your king, swore that we would celebrate our victories in a new hall. Mighty and beautifull. Why not? (..)