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
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