He was born as the son of a giant, birthed from the seed of a God
Raised in the realm of the sky by Tyr, the father of war
He's the mighty beast of Asgard, sending shivers down their spines
This creature lurks in the twilight, in the shadows beneath the pines
Fenrir wolf
The cowards form an alliance
To bind the hunter in silence
Caged in their bloodstone shackles
Try to break and crush an untamed rage
Sparks light up the night sky
As his wrath shatters the chains
He steps from smoke and ruins
They stare into a gaping jaw, an ominous abyss
Roaring growls, hell breaks loose across the heaven's ridge
Across the heaven's ridge
They try to hide
They cannot run
Thus, it was written
The age of the wolf has begun
Wildborn is the hunter as the legend is told
Thus, it was written on frozen stone: No God can chain the Fenrir wolf
Howling at the Moon as his prophecy unfolds
No God can chain the Fenrir wolf
The leash entwined around his neck, this torture steals his breath
Fierceful bites will set him free, still hungers for sacred flesh
Sharpened claws, blackened eyes, and foam around his fangs
Sharpened claws, blackened eyes, his maw spitting a flame
Magic bond, ancient spell
Shadow crafted coffin nails
Hammered on ancient anvils
Woven from arcane silk
Could this be the end of an eternal hunt
Or will nothing hold him forever?
Wildborn is the hunter as the legend is told
Thus, it was written on frozen stone: No God can chain the Fenrir wolf
Howling at the Moon as his prophecy unfolds
No God can chain the Fenrir wolf