Loki's Song

I was born in battle's fire Laid beside my mother's corpse My toys the ravens of the field My lullabies the screams of horse But when that storm god you all praise Walks the earth and shatters trees You huddle close beside my gift And whisper prayers beside the spit And as the woodsmoke turns and twists You owe your lives to sly Loki.

Odin saw me on the field And recognized his bastard son There he claimed me for his own Heir to all that he had won But when that storm god you all praise Walks the earth and shatters trees You huddle close beside my gift And whisper prayers beside the spit And as the woodsmoke turns and twists You owe your lives to sly Loki.

I am the slyest of the gods Fire is the gift I gave I am swifter than the wind And none can match the tricks I've played But when that storm god you all praise Walks the earth and shatters trees You huddle close beside my gift And whisper prayers beside the spit And as the woodsmoke turns and twists You owe your lives to sly Loki.

What is the honor they give me? Denied a seat in Odin's hall Forbidden fruits from Idun's tree And cast outside of Asgard's walls But when that storm god you all praise Walks the earth and shatters trees You huddle close beside my gift And whisper prayers beside the spit And as the woodsmoke turns and twists You owe your lives to sly Loki.

So sit beside the fires gleam And count the wrongs that I have borne I wait for Ragnarok and dream Hark! Is that the battles horn?