Loki the Deceiver

DECIEVER! DECEIVER! DECEIVER! **Verse 1** In the shadow of Asgard’s golden walls A whisper echoes through the hallowed halls Born of giants, yet kin to the gods A silver tongue defying the odds He walks the line of fire and frost With every smile, a soul is lost. **Verse 2** The serpent’s father, the wolf’s own sire Feeding the flames of a funeral pyre He stole the hair of the golden queen A silent malice, sharp and keen No chains of iron can hold the gale Behind the mask, the world turns pale. **Pre-Chorus** The mistletoe is carved in spite To dim the world of holy light The blind shall strike the killing blow While laughter hides in the depths below! **Chorus** Loki! Weaver of the web of lies Loki! Watching as the sunlight dies Shifting shadows, ancient blood Drowning the world in a crimson flood The Trickster reigns, the end is near Sowing the seeds of primal fear! **Verse 3** The gods are feasting, unaware Of the venom dripping in his snare Bound to the rock by his children’s vein An endless cycle of caustic pain But the earthquakes rumble, the shackles fray He counts the hours 'til the end of days. **Bridge** Naglfar rises on a sea of nails The sunlight flickers, the spirit fails He steers the ship of the dead and damned To reclaim the throne and the broken land. **Breakdown** HE BREAKS THE CHAINS! THE SKY IS RIPPING! THE BLOOD OF BALDER... STILL... DRIPPING! DIE! **Pre-Chorus** The mistletoe is carved in spite To dim the world of holy light The blind shall strike the killing blow While laughter hides in the depths below! **Chorus** Loki! Weaver of the web of lies Loki! Watching as the sunlight dies Shifting shadows, ancient blood Drowning the world in a crimson flood The Trickster reigns, the end is near Sowing the seeds of primal fear! **Outro** The wolf awakes... The serpent rises... Loki smiles... As the world... burns. (Ausklang mit einem einsamen, wehmütigen Gitarrensolo, das in eine Rückkopplung übergeht.)