Shape the World

Flickering through Ginnungagap's trance Where cunning And mischief advance We gather as one In the heart of the storm To summon the Trickster To conjure and form Through whispers of runes And seidr's embrace We call upon Loki The shaper of fates With laughter and glee We honor thy name In the liminal space Where the boundaries wane Oh, Flame-haired Deceiver The Masked, and the Wise Unravel the threads That the Norns intertwine Bestow us your wisdom Your fire, your guile To challenge the order The trite, the defiled In Mani's soft glow Under Allfather's gaze We stand in defiance With hearts set ablaze For Loki, the Keeper Of Balance, we hail The Serpent's fierce venom Yet sweetest of tales With our blood we do offer We seal our life-pact As the veil between worlds In your presence, refracts In your image, we'll bend We'll break and create Hail Loki, our blood-kin We welcome our fate So we stand and we gather Our voices unite Revelations a'swirling Ascending the night May the resonance of our Devotion and praise Reach the farthest of realms Through Bifröst's haze For In the name of the Trickster Our will is to blót To wield our own power To challenge, sans yoke With Loki as guide Our mentor, our kin We'll shape the new world Without and within