Fenrir, the spawn of Loki His sister-god is Hel His howls unsettle Asgard Eating godflesh he shall His lycanthropic might Formed like dark clouds malign There is no way round prophecies 'Bout Fenrir's prey divine His jaws will gape from earth to sky Great predator and yet 'T is only by the hand of Tyr By which the beast is fed And Odin watches with unease As Tyr provides the beast of meat Foreseeing a cruel destiny They told him he shall meet They seek to capture Fenris And bind him head to tail So he will not at Ragnarok Cause carnage on grand scale They let him test his powers And put on iron festers But Fenris breaks free easily The Aesir not his masters But Gleipnir, like a silken ribbon Made of things that can't be found Like breath of fish and roots of rock Will get him stuck and bound Distrusting, wary of a trap The wolf demands a hand be put Between his jaws and show good will That they not try what they not should As dusk will chase the light away The Aesir watch one confident The mighty wolf knoweth no rest He growls and pulls like life depend The more the wolf will struggle The more the band will tighten and Then all begin to laugh 'cept Tyr For Tyr will lose his helping hand A sword they thrust up Fenrir's mouth And long the time he cries out loud Tormented still and on a slope He drools a river they call hope Betrayal comes with lust for blood One day the carnage shall begin The power of the prophecy Around, it shall not spin