Bound in chains, Wolf-child and I
Deep in Darkness, Silently dreaming.
The Aesir sigh, They sing of peace
Yet the Grey Clan waits, Grim, unquelled.
Poison torments, Time drips slow.
By entrails enslaved, Such grief enchains,
Laying me low, What loathsome fate!
Eating my will, Each day dwindling.
Once salvation ceases. When Sigyn empties
Her humble cup, Agony heralds doom
May Asgard fall, Mire Midgard
Down in wolf drool! Despised sons rise.
Flee from our wrath! …