Hope got the translations right, sry if not ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------- [Loki - Norse] Clockwork thunder in the gear-forged sky, Loki on the rooftops, laughing while the cogs grind dry. Shape-shift shadow with a serpent’s grin, God of mischief in the smokestack wind. Bends fate’s wires, twists iron runes, Sews chaos into time like a stitch in the moon. Þú hyggr heiminn ráða? En ek ræð falli þínum. (“You think you rule the world? But I control your fate.”) ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------- We are the jesters—hear our call, From gear-cracked thrones in the smokestack sprawl. We twist your fate with a grin, let your kingdoms fall, Your rules mean nothing; we rewrite them all. We are the jesters—hear our call. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------- [Nogitsune - Japanese] Smoke coils black as the nogitsune creeps, Fox-fang grin where the dead steam sleeps. Nine tails drag like serrated gears, Whispers cut deep, feeding off your fears. Poison truth like a rust-born lie, Turn honor to ash with a blink of an eye. 汝が心、ただ舞台ならむ。堂の一切、我れ持ちぬ (“Your heart is but a stage. I hold all of the hall.”) ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------- We are the jesters—hear our call, From gear-cracked thrones in the smokestack sprawl. We twist your fate with a grin, let your kingdoms fall, Your rules mean nothing; we rewrite them all. We are the jesters—hear our call. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------- When your order breaks and your instincts groan, That’s when we rise from the rust and bone. In every crack of your world, we’re the ones you stall— But chaos is eternal… and we are the call. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------- [Anansi - African] Spider-god swingin’ on brasspipe threads, Anansi spins tales that can choke whole heads. Mind-weaver, time-cheater, truth street sweeper, Hacks your fate like a back-alley reaper. Stories warp space when i click my tongue, Turns kings into scrubs, makes the old feel young. ɛnyɛ da, ɛnyɛ da, ɛnyɛ da.....ɛnyɛ da (never, never, never.....never) ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------- We are the jesters—hear our call, From gear-cracked thrones in the smokestack sprawl. We twist your fate with a grin, let your kingdoms fall, Your rules mean nothing; we rewrite them all. We are the jesters—hear our call. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------- [Jesters joke] The gears stop turning… the echoes fade. Those gods laughing in the smoke I made. I hear their joke now, clearer than all— The biggest punchline? Me. Not the fool who answered the jester’s call.
