(In the shadows he lurks, the trickster divine)
(The god of mischief, the master of lies)
From Asgard's halls, where the gods reside
A cunning figure, with chaos in his stride
Born of giants, yet among the divine
Loki's schemes, they intertwine
Shape-shifter, deceiver, with a silver tongue
In tales of old, his legend's sung
Fire and frost, in his veins they flow
Bringing down the mighty, high and low
Loki, Loki, master of deceit
In your web, we can't retreat
Loki, Loki, chaos in your wake
From your trickery, there's no escape
( Loki, Loki, night, secrets in the dark )
(A flame that never dies, igniting every spark)
Brother of Thor, yet worlds apart
With a cunning mind, and a scheming heart
Bound by fate, but seeking his own
In the shadow of the throne
Loki, Loki, master of deceit
In your web, we can't retreat
Loki, Loki, chaos in your wake
From your trickery, there's no escape
( Loki, Loki, night, secrets in the dark )
(A flame that never dies, igniting every spark)
Banished and bound, but never truly gone
In every myth, his spirit lives on
God of mischief, lord of strife
Eternal trickster, with an endless life
(Loki, Loki, the eternal lie)
(Underneath the Asgard sky)