Вершы: Mountain Goats, The. Grendel's Mother.

The cave mouth shines.

By pure force of will

I look down on the world

From the top of this lonesome hill.

And you can run, and run some more

From here all the way to singapore,

But I will carry you home in my teeth,



In the great hall you drink red wine.

You chew meat off the bone.

I beat down the new path to the castle.

I come naked and alone.

I laid my son on the bier; I burned the wreath.

Fire overhead, water underneath.

You can stand up, or you can run.

You and I both know what you've done,

And I will carry you home.

I will carry you home.

I will carry you home in my teeth.