one hundred and one lokis!

“Remember Tokk” by Einherjer (1988, Norway)

I am the one of battle’s reason
I left this world my mother’s corpse
I am the eyes and heart of treason
My lullabye the screams of horse
I am the haunting and the hurting
I read the walls of memory
I am the fist in the face of glory
I grow and my fire with me

Chorus:
Hark! Is that the battle’s horn?
Has Ragnarok been born?
Fire runs my passion burns
Love cries as death comes
Is that the frost and fire?
Giants of south and those up higher
Fire runs my passion burns
Fear breaks and chaos rules

I am the incarnation of all ages
I’ve seen it all and of reason
Some of you may trust in me
And some of you may know that;
Stones and earth swore an oath
As did iron and all kinds of ore
Some cried tears but Tokk did not
She did what she could why ask for more

[Chorus]

My children might be known to you
Some might even met them too
Guilt is mine in words not felt
Wisdom’s sons presence lack
Mother father which am I?
Ask my sons wolf or death
I will guarantee
This is not the last you’ve heard from me

I’ve felt the taste of poison
Water wet I breathe like air
I caused the earth to rumble
And soon the end of all you know
Some of you may recognize
My skills in lies and betrayal acts
The very same might find it strange
My brother is the wisdom’s face

[Chorus]

The Einherjer are those who died in battle and were brought to Valhalla by the Valkyries to prepare for battle at Ragnarok. Tokk was a giant woman who refused to weep for Baldur, ensuring he remained in Hel; it’s heavily implied in myth that Tokk was Loki shapeshifted (yeah, nice one Loki).

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Loki's Rhapsody - from the Danish Christmas family show "Jul i Valhal", 2005

A Eurovision-worthy spectacle as Loki, flanked by two skimpily-attired Jotuns, threatens to have his revenge on the Aesir and bring on Ragnarok.

(I don't speak any Northern European languages apart from English, so this is the best translation I could come up with via this and google translate. If you know Danish or Norwegian, please correct me!)

It is impossible to think
When you sit like a beast
Chained like a fool
All these years
How and when do I get the chance to cut my hair?
Without the beard [in my eggs – idiom?], I will leave my wall

And go home to them
And with claws five
Be wicked again
An old family friend shows his true face
And it may well be that two children get good ideas
Overlooking a bad character
And forget to focus, snowed in for more than a break [idioms?] 

Give me a little piano

Hear how it sounds when I crush the Aesir to shreds!
[Like grapes] they hang in bunches, laze and fool around

Now you must look out, Thor
The womanly crooner
We know where you live 

I’m not bitter or angry
I just have one tremendous desire:
To do everyone harm 

So I’m taking off, will you come with me?            

Hey what is that I smell? Is it home-baking?
Nay, it is the sweet smell of defeat.
Gods’ discomfort becomes the easiest thing
And with magic I force the Yule days back into the dark
To pat cakes that so unfortunately taste so dry 

Hey, Odin, you’re amusing in your ruin
A little one-eyed dwarf rabbit
That shakes like a coward
When I amuse myself
Ho ho ho ho!
I wonder who is backed into the corner, in retreat, with godly babbling?

Soon begins a new era
With a guy named Loki  

You cannot, just like that, throw one’s family out
Especially when they have been born as gods 
~goosebumps~ 

Enough is enough, sing in a group!
Go beserk!
God-shock, Lokelok, Ragnarok!

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