What began as a game became a veiled deceit to bind the beast His predatory presence will grow to threaten the Nine Worlds Brother of Jorgumund and Hel, we were familiar With Fenrir's fate too well Forged from the impossible Gleipnir was our last stratagem Disdainful though not foolish he demanded a contingency Heimdall, Thor, Odin, and the other Aesir and I stood silently This maneuver would certainly mean Cost of a hand to delay inevitability Though fettered, the Great Wolf would still thrash and writhe Dragged to a desolate place to be bound and tied As a safeguard, a sword would be placed in his mouth And in this isolation he'll remain incensed and exasperated Howling incessantly until the day of prophecy Someday the inscrutable Norns will announce Fimbulvetr Winter's winds will blow and sizeable snows will cover Midgard The warmth of the sun will fade leaving the lands gelid Once honorable men will murder, slaughter, and slay Skoll and Hati cast the worlds into darkness As they finally devour their prey Yggdrasil will shudder and with it all the trees And even the mountains will fall to the ground The unbreakable Gleipnir will fracture and shatter And Fenrir will be free Heimdall will blast Gjallarhorn signaling Ragnarok has arrived before Asgard Consulting the Mimir Odin will lead our armies to battle at Vigrid Even though he knows who the prophecies have foretold its victors Odin aided by the Einherjar will face Fenrir in final combat The Allfather and Midgard's champions Will fight valiantly but ultimately fall The other Aesir will fight bravely And be forced to sacrifice their lives Midgard will be scorched by fire or swallowed by the sea What began as a game became a veiled deceit to bind the beast His predatory presence will grow to threaten the Nine Worlds Brother of Jorgumund and Hel, I'm familiar with my role In Fenrir's fate too well