The Dispossessed - King of Asgard

Fifteen nights of pouring rain

Night of dull unbearable pain

I move at night and sleep by day

Don’t know any other way

I will always be here

They will curse, they will fear

They will wave their torches

And their spears in the night

I will always be here

I will always appear

In rumours and legends

Of greed and betrayal

Retribution and vengeance

I know you count me out for good

But I don’t think you understood

I lick my wounds and dare to dream

I curse, I year, I plan and scheme

The fifteenth day, now the night falls

You’re safe behind your garden walls

I roam the woods, broken and sad

You took from me the little I had

The sixteenth day I celebrate

The sixteenth day, I seal my fate

To be an out cast, never be

A part of your sick treachery