Gleipnir

By the noise of the cat
And by the beard of the woman
And by the roots of the mountain
And by the sinews of the bear
And by the breath of the fish
And by the spittle of the bird

I am called Gleipnir

By the noise of the cat
And by the beard of the woman
And by the roots of the mountain
And by the sinews of the bear
And by the breath of the fish
And by the spittle of the bird

I am called Gleipnir

No one wanted to offer their hand first
But Tyr extended his right hand
No one wanted to offer their hand first
But Tyr extended his right hand
No one wanted to offer their hand first
But Tyr extended his right hand
No one wanted to offer their hand first
But Tyr extended his right hand

By the noise of the cat
And by the beard of the woman
And by the roots of the mountain
And by the sinews of the bear
And by the breath of the fish
And by the spittle of the bird

I am called Gleipnir

He growls fiercely
And drool runs from his mouth
That is the one called Hope
There he lies, until Ragnarok!