Pebble House
A thousand lies rest on my silver tongue
A million tricks I have played upon the gods
A hundred deaths have I yet caused
And many more misdeeds have I yet wrought
A coward I lie here in these desolate lands
Awaiting the fate that I know the gods will force upon me
Only a matter of time separates me from their wrath
But, fool as I am, I believe that I can outwit them
Of course I feel no guilt for the black deeds I have done
Never caring for the contemptuous lad they call Baldur
And never caring if the gods' secrets are revealed or not
I have gotten them into trouble more times than I could count
And yet, each time, I've managed to find a way out of their woes
Threats of broken bones and death they've presented to me
And each time have I managed to find a way to escape them
Scars on my lips, eagerly plotting the time when they shall all fall
But yet here I hide, like a frightened child, in this house of stone
Nothing that lies in my power will be able to free me
Nothing I can say that will make them leave me in peace
Nothing that I could use to kill them before they take my life and freedom
Nowhere I could run where they could not find me
And yet I have the audacity to even attempt to run from my fate
Doom lies upon all the gods, and I await Ragnarok with gleaming eyes
Knowing that then I shall have my revenge
But until that day comes, I will be forever bound to the gods
Odin with his all-seeing eye will always know where I am and what I've done
I would not care that he does know, except for that I cannot blind his eye
The world has already woven our fates, no matter how we do try to tear them apart
Nothing that we do can change it, yet every choice we make draws us closer
I know full well that there is no changing what the Norns have foretold
I know full well that destiny's thread cannot be unraveled by my hand
I lie in wait like a fish in a net for the future to catch up with me
Yet I secretly believe that I can avoid it for as long as I can
What kind of a man am I to believe that I could really find a way out?
What kind of a man am I to believe that my trickery can stay their hands?
Seething in rage, I wait here, helpless, alone, forsaken
Looking in every direction, anticipating their attack
Even in another form I do not feel safe
And I dread the day when they shall come and drag me to my eternal punishment
For here in this pebble house, I am just prey waiting in a cage of glass
Trickery or not, even my best deceptions will not save me now
I will wait here as long as I can, doing my best to stall the inevitable
But until then, as foolish as my hopes are, I will do my best to hide
In the end, though nothing changes, there is only so much I can do
But I will do what I can until I cannot escape the anger of the heavens
And I will stand, defiant, until the end comes and the sun sinks into the sea
My children one day will break free and I will lead the dead to victory
That day, long off, will be my only hope against my despair
But until that day, my bravery faints and I am hiding away in agony
Coward, never holding onto the sword of courage like heroes do
But I am not one of them, and full well the gods know that
So until then, I shall wait here in this house of stone
Until the day when they take me away
And destiny will serve me well to dispatch my unearthly vengeance upon them
When I finally break free, the gods will shiver
And the world will shiver and break apart
All this I dream and hope for while I waste away
For it is all I have until they eventually find me
And drag my cowering form away to its ultimate doom
Such is the way of me, the father of lies
And until time ends, this is how it will always be
