Born of frost, the giant's kin
Odin saw the spark within
Grimir taken into Valhalla's soul
Yet whispers warned he'd betray them all

Cunning eyes, laughter sly
Even gods watched wary and wry
Mistrust and doom, he walks in shadows deep
Bound by oath, what secrets keep

Cast aside, yet fire in his chest
He waits to join the final 12
Oya

Feasts of gods, yet none confide
Our tricks are mocked with nowhere to hide
Murmurs follow caution and blame
But Grimir's heart burns with vengeful flame
Oya

The non-sweet threads of woe
Oya
Frostborn wrath shall grow
Oya
The time shall come to fight
Oya

The end, the twilight night
Mistrust and doom, he walks in shadows deep
Bound by oath, what secrets keep
Discarded child, yet chaos he'll sow

To claim his place when the final fight has come
Final
Oya
Slender races, thunder rolls
Oya
Ice and flame consume the souls

Oya
Every God who doubted his name
Shall witness the storm and bear the blame
Oya

Doom fulfilled
Grimir walks the path he chose
Vengeful heart, the world shall know
From trickster's birth to end of days

He rises to set the skies ablaze
Ay-ya-la-la-ya-ya
Ay-ya-la-la-ya-ya
Ay-ya-la-la-ya-ya-la-la
Ay-ya-la-ya