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 [bad word] like a rat
From the bravest of the gods 

Sun’s out and Judgment day [bad word] And Garm is here
He waits a fatal [bad word] 
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 gods