The Architect of Awe (Revisit)

Is this on? Splendid! Let's not dwell. Your overdue tribute suits me rather well. I have the vision, flair, and brilliant, wicked schemes. The spark that fuels your wildest, most delightful dreams. You're welcome for the genius that you lack. Now, let's rewrite the past. I'll take the steering wheel right back. Try to keep up... Those epic tales of gods and strife, those legendary lays? Would be a barren, empty stage without my brilliant, wicked plays. That eight-legged stallion, a majestic, freaky steed? You're welcome for the upgrade, from that boring, normal breed. And all those kids that make the bravest Aesir run and flee? Well, what can I say? The talent clearly comes from me. So go on, sing your simple songs of thunder, blood, and rage, I’ll be the diamond in the rough, the star on every page. I’m not just in the story, darlings—I’m the whole damn show, The shiniest, most brilliant star in all this Norse tableau! So praise The Architect of Awe , the fire in the frost! The one who makes your sacred cows look bland and over-tossed! You call me agent of the end? Oh, darling, that's not right. I'm the dazzling, shocking, brilliant source of all your thrilling light! That wall you think defines your might, so sturdy and so bland? Would be a line you drew in dirt without my helping hand. And Mjölnir? Quite the hammer, it really packs a blow! It's just a shame the craftsmanship's... distinctive, don't you know? And Sif's new golden hair, a vast improvement, don't you think? A master barber's touch can save a look that's on the brink! So praise The Architect of Awe , the fire in the frost! The one who makes your sacred cows look bland and over-tossed! You call me agent of the end? Oh, darling, that's not right. I'm the dazzling, shocking, brilliant source of all your thrilling light! So go on, sing of Thor's great strength, of Odin's piercing sight! But ask yourself, you cheering crowds, who made their stories bright? Who brought the fun, the chaos in, the twist within the tale? The perfect little weakness that will always make them fail? I am the plot device, the spice, the villain you all need! The bitter, vital nutrient that makes your "heroes" bleed. So SHATTER every chalice for the Name you dare not speak! The cosmic engine of it all! The strongest, sharpest peak! You kneel to Odin? Thor's weak might? Oh, darling, bow to ME! I am the glorious, gorgeous fire you fear to set it free! You know, it's a burden, being this fabulous. But someone had to do it. Try to be grateful. I mean, you are trying, aren't you? Aww… Bless your little mortal hearts….