What Kind Of A Face by Jason Craig Lyrics

[HROTHGAR]
Beowulf, Son of Ecgtheow:
It is a fine thing to see you kneel before me, here, on my shores.
The last sight of you I had
Was when you were but an embarrassing,
And doughy little acred, young chump,
With snot-cake cheeks,
Hiding behind the thick thighs of your father.
It seems he read you well and in good form.
I see before me his likeness.
And it is beyond doubt
That you must have play-wrestled that great man now.
In preparation for greater tests;
Greater tests beyond your horn gates.

[BEOWULF]
Mister King Hrothgar, Sir!
You speak of truth when you speak of my father -
He was a great man!
Some of my best bits have been awarded through him.
I arrive in your kingdom hall in his name!
It is in his honor that I offer my allegiance to you
And thus hence sent here, I uphold his father,
And his father before that - Four fathers further;
And so, I, Beowulf, Son of Ecgtheow,
Become your servant to secure calm in your kingdom hall again!
[HROTHGAR]
I do take comfort in you being here, and yet,
I must caution.
This beast,
Grendel, Is as wicked and confounded as ever witnessed.
His destruction of our lands and lands beyond is almost complete.

[BEOWULF]
Mister King Hrothgar, Sir!
I've come here to undo evil,
Therefore, this evil shall be undone!

[HROTHGAR]
I'm just saying...

[BEOWULF]
What kind of a face
Does this man-beast possess?
That he wreaks such destruction and damage?
What kind of a face?
These great and sovereign people -
With the flowers of the fields -
And now some unnatural force forsakes you all.
What kind of a face
does this man-beast possess?
[HROTHGAR]
I do not give joy in saying!

[BEOWULF]
What kind of a face?

[HROTHGAR]
That it is a face like yours and mine!...

[BEOWULF]
Yours and mine?

[HROTHGAR]
Yours and mine!

[HROTHGAR, BEOWULF]
Yours and mine.
Yours and mine.

[HROTHGAR]
To look at him,
Were to look inside a mirrored pool.
On a still chill day,
And see icy clear eyes reflected back
Quiet continence man of fine.
But when the slightest wind disturbs -
[BEOWULF]
What kind of a face -

[HROTHGAR]
When that fine cove is disturbed.

[BEOWULF]
Does this man-beast possess?

[HROTHGAR]
The icy pool's surface is wrecked.

[BEOWULF]
What kind of a face -

[HROTHGAR]
Sending ripples across a smooth face.

[BEOWULF]
Is this monster -

[HROTHGAR, BEOWULF]
Distorting,
Contorting,
Making some kind of mockery out of man?

[HROTHGAR]
So I advise my dear Beowulf:

[BEOWULF]
Okay.

[HROTHGAR]
Do not look into any pool for too long

[BEOWULF]
Uh, sure, ugh...

[HROTHGAR]
Lest you feel that wind bearing down on you
Playing on your own fury and sick.

[BEOWULF]
Alright, umm...

[HROTHGAR]
We all have that within us.

[BEOWULF]
Okay, I think I'm gonna go wait for him over there.