The Trickster - King of Asgard

All roads will lead here, all books have an end

No matter our efforts, the time that we spend

Telling our stories and trying to reason

At last when we enter the strangest of seasons

Words mean very little and you can be sure

That this is a place where you have been before

We’ve circled the hollow hills here at night

We’ve seen the same sick visions here in the moonlight

Shadowed talking will only get you so far

Sing louder!

Louder!

You are who you are

When the music dies down and the night comes alive

You will be there alone

You garrulous people, you poor restless souls

Fear’s had the worst of you, digging your holes

Telling our stories and trying to reason

At last when we enter the strangest of seasons

Like rabbits you’re hiding, running away

From something about to happen today

We’ve circled the hollow hills here at night

We’ve seen the same sick visions here in the moonlight

Shadowed talking will only get you so far

Sing louder!

Louder!

You are who you are

When the music dies down and the night comes alive

You will be there alone

And then of course, the great silence came is civilzation now quiet from shame?

No negotiation, no talking of blame?

This is indeed the strangest of seasons…

Shadowed talking will only get you so far

Sing louder!

Louder!

You are who you are

When the music dies down and the night comes alive

You will be there alone