Hear me Tyr, before this fight
That many foes, I shall in, your name, smite.
Skilled skirmisher of single-hand
And trustee for the Wolf of Fenris
Grant me the benefit of your past wars
So suffer I shall not, even scratches
Unmatch-ed are your skills of war
That unto me, I beg you grant
With your gift, unrivalled, I’ll be through battle
With wounds, nary; At most, scant.
Tyr please hear my prayer ‘fore war
Arm me with fatal wisdom
As all do cower ‘fore your sword
That cleaves both man and kingdom
This prayer was a request