LoKi The Nameless:
There's something brewing in the north
an unusual force
you can feel it if you forage in the fields or the forest
but otherwise, it's likely you might have missed it
don’t know of its existence
it's invisible like magnetic poles or gravity’s insistence
some call it the northern front, or the people’s resistance
the fight against greed and ignorance, capitalism and division
actually, the thing is, you can call it what you want
the name doesn’t make a meaningful difference,
it’s as unknowable as our ultimate end and our origins
both warm and cold as a hug from a friend in the northern wind
its as inevitable as the sun's death, and as essential as a lungs breath
It's something, it's nothing,
and this isn’t a riddle, it's a little introduction to what's coming

Chorus:
When you feel the wind blow that's the Northern Front
That's the Northern Front, that's the Northern Front
Better close your windows and board 'em up
It’s the Northern Front, it’s the Northern Front

Pensive:
You feel an icy wind cut across your face
That cold can numb like Vicodin
We spit tabs of truth, it's a hard pill to swallow
So I really won’t be bothered if you’re biting them
It's a dark state that I’m writing in
Describe dark stains on our light within
If my life makes my screws feel loose
My art makes me go tighten them
But wait, pause, before I begin
I better introduce who I’m riding with
It’s Loki the Titan and yours truly, pensive the Prophet
Sent from the godless to render the nonsense
Into some sentences tender and honest
Pretending that all of this isn’t just entropy
Beckoning all of us, to the edge
I’d rather be ending these corporate dependencies
Feeling defiant although I’m reliant
I'd rather be sharing my skills in exchange for my meals
Instead of just selling and buying
…but don’t think that I’m setting up islands
You can’t opt out of a global system
Instead we’re trying to trade trade winds
For patterns with a more noble mission
Change, the winds of change
First they blow one way, then the winds will change