Binding of Fenrir

To greet the growing hunger only Tyr would bring the fodder then the storm broke over dark horizon creeping closer fear was on the rise attempts to bind thrown aside time to seek the guise of magic to seek the craft of dwarves six impossibilities made Gleipnir come to be they dared the wolf a third and final time who among you will stand in tribute to offer me their hand in sacrifice for if you are to try some deception it will not be just one that pays the price your teeth peirce my flesh my hand is gone forever six impossibilities made Gleipnir come to be they snared the wolf a third and final time the more that I struggle the binding gets tighter could this be the strongest but of them the lighter had scent of your trickery but now I have seen it both blood and betrayal leaving a bitter taste your teeth pierced my flesh my hand is gone forever... tethered it to Gjoll and to Thviti to be double sure chained up in a cave sword-gagged