The shadowy past is creeping upon me like wolfs upon its prey
The throne that twas to be mine has slowly slipped away
The blood I believed thy own is now of coldest ice
from the agony they have bestowed I am trapped within a vice
A vice of bloody vengeance alas delivered by my hand
But no one dares to look to ponder or understand
for tortures and chains of the burden that I bear
for tears I have wept and sorrows for no ones to care
My family are no more for I am alone for I was taken
I am Loki I am the ice Prince forsaken