I wander aimlessly through this snowy land,
plotting revenge against my father's hand.
For leaving me behind I'll never forgive,
your flute will pierce a woman — as long as I live.
I return to my hideout, scheming my plot,
I polish my scepter and put on makeup on the spot.
I march toward Asgard, pour oil on my way,
I pierce my shaft with a syringe full of HIV.
I ask Heimdall where I might find Loki's trail,
I need him to help me rape my dad.
He tells me Loki hides in Yggdrasil, thinks he's a lily pad.
Been there since Gejvald brought Ragnarok to this place.
As thanks to Heimdall I blowed his pipe,
all while shaving my balls with an axe.
I cross the Bifrost back to Midgard's ground,
I'll give my father a woman's backshot.
I am the son of the greatest faggot alive, I'll force my father to shagg a woman. You'll regret the day you left me alone, I curse you now — let your shaft rot to the bone. Your own son will have his revenge on you yet, I'll give my father woman-induced impotence.
In Yggdrasil I wait for Loki to sleep,
I slip inside — while out, he's incredibly sweet.
While Loki slumbers I steal his armour and gear,
before I leave I stuff beans in his rear.
I head to Folkvangr in Loki's armour,
the wind nearly blows my shaft off.
I find Freya and spin her my finest tale,
that handsome Gejvald has left the gay trail.
I tell her his hunger for coochie is strong,
no need for protection, he's infertile.
Freya was so excited she practically leapt,
she wanted to bed my faggot father.
Before I left I swapped out her shoes for heels,
shoved a Peppa Pig figurine up my ass.
With my dick I wrote Gejvald a little note,
that handsome homophobes were coming to cut his throat.
And swapped all her makeup for Tyr's instead,
then sat in the shadows and waited.
I am the son of the greatest faggot alive, I'll force my father to shagg a woman. You'll regret the day you left me alone, I curse you now — let your shaft rot to the bone. Your own son will have his revenge on you yet, I'll give my father woman-induced impotence.
I watch as old man shaggs Freya with full might,
I snicker from the shadows — he nearly faints from the sight.
Freya declares it was Loki's trick all along,
and that Gejvald's shaft is impressively long.
I watch my father kill Freya in rage,
then set off to slay that cunning fool.
I follow him in — we enter Yggdrasil's hall,
he kills Loki and drinks an elixir.
The label said cure for impotence,
He didn't know I'd poured foul woman-juice inside.
And that was my very first trick on the old man,
from that day onward as Cunning Gejvar I was known.
I am the son of the greatest faggot alive, I'll force my father to shagg a woman. You'll regret the day you left me alone, I curse you now — let your shaft rot to the bone. Your own son will have his revenge on you yet, I'll give my father woman-induced impotence.