"For nine nights only your own will had bound you
to the World´s Tree, you treacherous God,
while I wore a chain that I chose not, forever:
With cruel fetter my freedom you took!"
Odin:
"Too vicious you were, too wild to roam free:
Greater your hunger than Geri´s and [Bm]Freki´s,
greedier than ɾavens, you [A7gorged ever more;
that´s why we tied you, tail, legs and [Bm]jaw."
Fenris:
"Was in nine ɾealms no ɾoom for [Dm7]a wolf-pup?
Of choice you [A7bereft me to [C7]change in my [A]ways.
My tɾust you [A7betɾayed - Tyr most of all,
who´d fed me and [Bm]cared like [F]a father for [Dm7]me.
"All of you [A7lost your honor that day;
stɾonger was [Am7]I, but still you [A7tɾicked me:
Cunning magic you [A7cowards employed--
Tyr you [A7let pay for [Dm7]the promise you [A7broke.
"Eternity´s enmity is what I owe you.
Raving my [A]greed now, grown with the years:
Not quite enough are the nine worlds to [C7]feed me,
to [C7]slake my [A]hunger they´ll hardly suffice."
Odin:
"I stand [Bm]against you [A7to [C7]stɾike you [A7back,
though well I know what wyrd is mine:
That I will fall [Em]with all [Em]my [A]Einherjar,
whose lives I´ve taken, that life might survive.
"With bitter sacrifice bought I the wisdom
for [Dm7]many a day this doom to [C7]delay;
hope I have kindled, none kept for [Dm7]myself:
Two mortals survive in the wood of the Tree.
"Short is your victory: Vidar, my [A]son,
will ɾip your jaws and [Bm]ɾule a new world.
Come, let us end it! Ages we´ve waited,
we who were old when the worlds were still young."
