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Fenrir's Gleipnir — Wolf of Ragnarök by NEP

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Fenrir's Gleipnir — Wolf of Ragnarök

Norse Pagan Folk

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From frost-forged fjord, brune iron knight, A blood-fire prowler grew in shadow light.
Loki's brood, a raven-shadowed child, Fenrir the hunger with eyes untamed and wild.
He moved like storm under ice-sheen moon, A jaw like an anvil, a world-ending rune.
The gods watched their threats, the norns bent low, And whispered of a wolf they could not know.
Fenrir, how's the world we'll bend? Fenrir, how's the world we'll bend?
Bind the sky, count the end, Bind the sky, the end we send.
They forged a sly fetter, not chain or chisel rod, But glade mere moon-tilt woven with impossible odds.
A cat's step, a maiden's breath, the sound of a kiss, A thin silk fetter to still the wolf's abyss.
He sniffed at the rue's rage like a hammer storm, Refused the mock cord, refused the false form.
To pledge his trust they offered a pledge more dear, To place his hand where shadow meets the spear.
Iron and oak, the sacrifice of hand, Tear bled the bargain on bitted guard strand.
One swallowed vow, one severed trusting bone, So the gods might sleep while the wolf lay prone.
Fenrir, how's the world we'll bend? Fenrir, how's the world we'll bend?
Glade mere holds for now, for when, Glade mere holds, yet dread grows then.
Ragnarök, wind, rune, iron breath, Whisper his name in the halls of death.
He waits hard like thunder in a frozen well, Dreaming the day when the fetters fell.
When sky strings snap and the norns unbind, Fenrir claws the heaven, rents the throne of the mind.
He clamps the sky and swallows the Allfather's cry, Odin's runes go black, raven wings scrape the sky.
The world ash falls, sea foam lashes stone, He meets the gods at the end, no king on throne.
Fenrir, how's the world we'll bend? Fenrir, how's the world we'll bend?
Glade mere snaps, the ages rend, Glade mere snaps, behold the end.
Not evil born, nor mercy spared, A fate by word and vow declared.
He is the hunger, the sky clamped, the bone, Fenrir the wolf, the storm made stone.
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