Little black wolf with eyes like the sun. 
You who are seated with a sad fate. 
Restrained to a mountain. 
For the crime of existence. 
For a crime that You have no control over. 
The punishment handed out unfairly. 

Little black wolf with fur as soft as down. 
You who are seated with a sad fate. 
Restrained to a mountain. 
Your mother mourns Her son. 
Yet He is not dead, but confined, 
Confined, to His prison for no other reason but fear. 

Little black wolf with fangs as white as pearls. 
You who are seated with a sad fate. 
Restrained to a mountain. 
Your cries torture Your father. 
The sword that pierces You, wounds His heart deeply too. 
For He knows that there is nothing He can do to save You. 

Little black wolf with the a sad fate. 
You will one day have Your day. 
And break free from these ribbons and have Your justice.
You will feast on those who've hurt You.
On the bloody playground that is Ragnarök.