I am called a noble beast And dim is my name My keen sword forge a noble feast Now rests sublime untamed Never as a youth with a weaklings heart Bravery in age unveil The conquered thrall of Valfathers art Freedoms bliss, death prevail Listen your last To the sound of my sword Yours, beheaded Gram, the dreaded Grim carnivore Listen your last Til your heart sound no more Fade you hear it Ridil tear it Out as you roar In water drown if in wind thou fare Doomed men bear misery Leave my abundance! Away from here! My penury your bane will be The countenance of terror left me here I now await the hoar of Hel to call No man saved by a helm of fear No man is mightier than all Garms howl I hear as I die Greed has overcome Curse thee by the ring, I sigh Your end shall become