Gleipnir
Af dyn kattarins
Ok af skeggi konunnar
Ok af rótum bjargsins
Ok af sinum bjarnarins
Ok af anda fisksins
Ok af fogls hráka
Eg Gleipnir heitir
Af dyn kattarins
Ok af skeggi konunnar
Ok af rótum bjargsins
Ok af sinum bjarnarins
Ok af anda fisksins
Ok af fogls hráka
Eg Gleipnir heitir
Vildi engi sína hönd fram selja fyrr
En Týr lét fram hönd sína hœgri
Vildi engi sína hönd fram selja fyrr
En Týr lét fram hönd sína hœgri
Vildi engi sína hönd fram selja fyrr
En Týr lét fram hönd sína hœgri
Vildi engi sína hönd fram selja fyrr
En Týr lét fram hönd sína hœgri
Af dyn kattarins
Ok af skeggi konunnar
Ok af rótum bjargsins
Ok af sinum bjarnarins
Ok af anda fisksins
Ok af fogls hráka
Eg Gleipnir heitir
Hann grenjar illiliga
Ok slefa renn ór munni hans
ÞAt er á sú er ván heitir
ÞAr liggr hann, til Ragnarökrs!
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!