The parasite of life
the scourge of many an oak
the green that never fades
causing to moan and croak

A prophesying dream
with which it all begun
as Freya saw a vision
of the killing of her son

Verily, Baldur, wrong were they
they erred to overlook
though all things pledged to be harm-free
a different course it took

It was not stone, it would be soft
and water would not drown
no sword or spear would taste his blood
None that would bring him down

Chorus:
Mistletoe damnation
the smallest sting will smite
Mistletoe damnation
untouchable body of light

The Entity of all deceit,
would craft a poison toy
the spear of Loki, as it was:
the ravager of joy

’t is brought upon, ’t is brought upon
destruct this brotherhood
let the blind one take his aim
and win the losing game

’t is brought upon, ’t is brought upon
night enters Asgard’s palace
the hand of innocence be guided
by the grip of malice

So why did Hoder lose his sight?
Might be that he forsook his plight?
A battle should have seen him fall
For only heroes reach Valhall!

Among the laughter of the place
and gestures of obedience
the woe that falls upon tomorrow
shot forth from expedience

unaware of the unwary
Baldur’s heart exposed,
a treach’rous plan unfolded
while the door to safety closed

Mistletoe damnation
the smallest sting will smite
Mistletoe damnation
untouchable body of light

Not fallen before war’s last chime
he’d face disgrace of Nifelheim!
And on his knees, knighted by death
the most unlikely fate he hath

Devious smiles would Loki hide
hilarious fraternicide
shook Asgard on it’s great foundations
sourer still its implications

Salvation for the just or wise?
This dying one missed paradise
the sky goddess, she didn’t see
the subtleties of treachery

birds carry forth the killers tool
it’s spawning it shall ever rule
yet Freyr won’t prevent its flight
the seeds of grief grow day and night.

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