In his left hand he holds the sword He’s a proud judge He’s mighty fearless god
In fight his eyes are full of wrath He won't retreat He's the bravest from the gods
He laughed when danger was so close Who can put a hand Into the Fenrir's jaws
His palm is hard, his look is cold And Garm will wait Last battle of the world
Ride in the fight Would regret who will defy
Run like a rat From the bravest of the gods
Sun’s out and Judgment day has come And Garm is here He waits a fatal scrum
The beast approaches and will attack Tyr takes a hit Not making a step back
Bloodshed and Tyr feels taste to win His sharp sword cuts Thick monster's skin
He falls through many deadly bites With honor dies The bravest from the godsTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
