[Intro][Heavy half-time riff enters after one silent breath; low male narrator enters dry, with gang vocals held back until the chorus.]

[Verse 1][Male Vocal: Narrator]
The island was bare, black stone in foam,
No hearth, no bench, no smell of home.
Fenrir came pacing, frost in his mane,
He had broken two chains and laughed at pain.
[Male Vocal: Fenrir]
“Bind me,” he said, “if one of you stands,
If one of you offers the truth of his hands.”
[Male Vocal: Narrator]
The gods looked aside at gulls and ground,
Only Týr stepped forward without a sound.

[Pre-Chorus][Male Vocal: Narrator]
Palm to the fang, eye to the eye,
Some oaths live only to die.

[Chorus][Gang Vocals]
Hand in the Wolf’s Mouth, hold till the ribbon’s tight,
Hand in the Wolf’s Mouth, trust where the teeth bite.
Hand in the Wolf’s Mouth, no prayer can pull it out,
The lie has a taste, and the wolf knows now.

[Verse 2][Male Vocal: Narrator]
Gleipnir lay pale on stone like a vein,
Too soft for shackle, too calm for chain.
Fenrir bent low and let laughter begin,
But laughter went quiet when cord bit in.
He pulled till island cracked under his feet,
Drums in the deep started keeping his beat.
Týr did not move, though his blood ran cold,
He felt the whole future clamp down and hold.

[Pre-Chorus][Male Vocal: Narrator]
Palm to the fang, truth to the fraud,
A brave man can still serve a cowardly god.

[Chorus][Gang Vocals]
Hand in the Wolf’s Mouth, hold till the ribbon’s tight,
Hand in the Wolf’s Mouth, trust where the teeth bite.
Hand in the Wolf’s Mouth, no prayer can pull it out,
The lie has a taste, and the wolf knows now.

[Instrumental Break][Guitars and tagelharpa repeat the motif while drums stop and return in bursts.]

[Bridge][Male Vocal: Narrator]
Fenrir saw Týr through a red closing ring,
Saw not a judge, but a sorrowing thing.
For one breath, betrayal had a face,
Not Odin’s law, but a friend in its place.

[Breakdown][Gang Vocals]
Jaw. Bone.
Blood. Stone.
Cord. Cry.
Hand. Why?

[Build-up][Male Vocal: Narrator]
Týr felt teeth meet, felt knuckles split,
Felt every god step back from it.
Fenrir roared through salt and sand,
And spat out love with the severed hand.

[Final Chorus][Gang Vocals]
Hand in the Wolf’s Mouth, hold till the ribbon’s tight,
Hand in the Wolf’s Mouth, trust where the teeth bite.
Hand in the Wolf’s Mouth, no prayer can pull it out,
The lie has a taste, and the wolf knows now.
Hand in the Wolf’s Mouth, blood on the prophecy’s thread,
The child they feared is the beast they bred.

[Outro][Male Vocal: Narrator]
Týr fell pale by black sea stone,
Fenrir pulled against fate alone.
The gods called victory over foam,
But no one sang on the road back home.
