[Intro][Clean low guitar picks a minor pattern under soft frame drum; Týr enters close before the heavy guitars answer.]

[Verse 1][Male Vocal: Týr]
I brought him meat when the others drew steel,
Watched small teeth learn the bone and meal.
He nudged my wrist with a smoke-warm nose,
A storm in his ribs that nobody chose.
I called him Fenrir, not omen, not end,
He knew my footfall, knew me as friend.
The hall kept distance and polished its fear,
But he slept like a cub when my hand was near.

[Pre-Chorus][Male Vocal: Týr]
Trust has a weight no hammer can hold,
Warm in the palm, then suddenly cold.

[Chorus][Male Vocal: Týr with Gang Vocals]
I was The Hand That Fed the Wolf, the hand he knew by scent,
Open palm, honest touch, the night his hunger went.
I was The Hand That Fed the Wolf before the gods withdrew,
What they asked my hand to do, my heart already knew.

[Verse 2][Male Vocal: Týr]
He grew through the rafters, his breath shook the cups,
Benches went backward when Fenrir stood up.
Still he would lower his head to my knee,
Still he would listen when I said, “Trust me.”
[Male Vocal: Odin]
Odin said softly, “A trial, a game,”
[Male Vocal: Týr]
But his good eye hardened when he spoke the name.
I saw the cord before it was spun,
I saw my ending and did not run.

[Pre-Chorus][Male Vocal: Týr]
Trust has a sound like a door in the rain,
Opened once freely, then opened in pain.

[Chorus][Male Vocal: Týr with Gang Vocals]
I was The Hand That Fed the Wolf, the hand he knew by scent,
Open palm, honest touch, the night his hunger went.
I was The Hand That Fed the Wolf before the gods withdrew,
What they asked my hand to do, my heart already knew.

[Instrumental Break][Tagelharpa plays the motif alone before heavy guitars enter.]

[Bridge][Male Vocal: Týr]
Do courage and treason share one sleeve?
Can loyalty wound what it cannot leave?
If I refuse, the hall will fall;
If I obey, I betray us all.

[Breakdown][Male Vocal: Týr]
My fingers flex.
His jaws are wide.
The gods step back.
No place to hide.

[Final Chorus][Male Vocal: Týr with Gang Vocals]
I am The Hand That Fed the Wolf, the hand he knows by scent,
Open palm, honest touch, the oath already spent.
I am The Hand That Fed the Wolf, and when the cord pulls through,
He will bite the lie from me—and know the truth.

[Outro][Male Vocal: Týr]
Fenrir breathed softly beside the door,
Dreaming of meat on a rush-covered floor.
I looked at my hand in the firelight’s glow,
And mourned what the wolf did not yet know.