Banished for an act not committed,

I am cursed by my fate,

A prophecy they said,

foretold by the Norns,

of me devouring Allfather.

 

Cursed I am,

by my blood.

Son of Chaos,

Mischief was expected,

I am not one for tricks,

Despite my wily father.

 

Cursed I am,

by my strength

and pride.

They used this against me,

told me it was a test of strength.

Leydin broke easily,

Dromi as well,

But Gleipnir aroused suspicion,

for it was a silken ribbon.

 

Reluctant I am,

of Gleipnir,

Forged with art,

and trickery,

deceiving is its strength.

 

A pledge I asked,

to test their courage.

Place your hand in my mouth,

as a pledge of goodwill.

If Gleipnir proves magical,

bound I shall be.

 

Brave is Tyr,

spineless they are,

Gleipnir was magical,

forged by the Dwarves,

Six impossible tasks,

forged it,

to bind an impossible thing,

fitting it is.

 

Angry am I,

Devoured Tyr's hand,

scorned and mocked,

they shall pay,

at Ragnarok!