Talk:Beowulf ond Godsylla/@comment-39680297-20191125035033

My attempt at translation (might get at least one thing wrong):

Meanwhile, back at meaddehæle, monster lurking(?);

Full few too many drinks, he lucid(?) for fight.

Ðen Hreorfneorhtðhwr, son of Hrwærowþheororthwl,

Æsccen awful jerk to step outside.

'''Thud! Bash! Crash! Boom! Ðe big guy'''

Eallum his bone break, bit(bite?) his nose off;

Wicked Godzilla wæld on his ass.

Monster mop floor wyþ eallum men in hell(?).

Beowulf in bacceroome phonecall bemaccen wæs;

Heard sound of ruccus said, “What the hell?”

Graben sheold strang ond switch-blade sharp

Stand forth to fight you grimlic foe.

“Me,” Godzilla said, “mac ðe minsemete.”

Heoro cwyc geten heold wiþ fæmed half-nelson

And fling him like frisbee back to fen.

Beowulf belly up to meaddehæle bar,

Said, “No foe beaten my fearsome kung-fu.”

Ordered(Order?) coca-cola ice-cold, you real þyng.