Loki beguiles the masters of masters
Trickery of tricksters you hide in the masses

Of love that I lost I can give you no reason
Living and breathing and dying and breeding
Destruction, production, sell it and use it
Call it all magic, stolen the wood for tress

Smelting, loving, giving, taking
Balance illusion, ripped from Master's fees

Love is all lost, I see through the message
Blinding, woolen, enchanted, the trickery.

Names have you many but one that it isn't
You know the blasphemy, you know the season.

Why must I speak to you, you know the reason
Saviour has conquered me, reason for reasons

In dependence, independence, writ is the medium
resons for words, eve' yourself has decieved them.

Beguilded may you be, living in treason
Tick tock tick tock, nope nope you are naught.