Loki's Mischief

Verse 1: In the halls of Asgard high, Where gods and legends never die, Loki, trickster, sly and keen, Weaves his plots, unseen, between. With a smile that hides deceit, He walks the line, light on his feet. From Jotunheim to Odin’s hall, He crafts the rise, he crafts the fall. Chorus: Loki’s mischief, wild and free, In the shadows, he holds the key. With silver tongue and cunning eyes, He shapes the fate beneath the skies. Verse 2: Brother to the thunder’s might, Yet chaos is his heart’s delight. With Sigyn’s love, and children strange, His life a dance on fate’s broad range. Fenrir’s bite and Jormungandr’s coil, Born of Loki’s restless toil. Hel’s domain, the underworld, From his lineage, dark unfurled. Chorus: Loki’s mischief, wild and free, In the shadows, he holds the key. With silver tongue and cunning eyes, He shapes the fate beneath the skies. Bridge: Bound in chains, beneath the earth, For his deeds and endless mirth. Venom drips, his punishment, Yet even bound, he’s not content. Ragnarok, the final play, In his fall, the gods’ dismay. His laughter echoes through the end, A trickster’s fate, none can amend. Solo: Chorus: Loki’s mischief, wild and free, In the shadows, he holds the key. With silver tongue and cunning eyes, He shapes the fate beneath the skies. Outro: In the sagas old, his tale is told, Of mischief made and legends bold. Loki, master of the game, In every heart, he sparks a flame. From Asgard’s heights to Hel’s deep, His spirit roams, his secrets keep. A god of chaos, forever sly, In every whisper, hear his cry.