Letras
When I moved back to Bíldudalur, I was 13 years old After years of shaking streets, I never got to hold
Hafnarfjörður to Reykjavik, new keys every fall Starting over so often, I forgot myself at all
Pray the post was one stop, Hafnarfjörður and was home But even there, I learned to travel more than I'd ever roamed
So when we landed back where my life began small I took up my pencil and broke my own wall
I drew a devil staring down with a sideways grin Not evil, not darkness, just rebellion within
Wrote Satan is my lord just to stir the air Not to mock the heavens, just the people living there
He stayed on my wall from 13 to 17 A guardian of humor in that tiny scene
Not a curse, not a threat, just armor on display A silent reminder that I wouldn't fade away
He was my first creation that actually felt like me A spark of identity no one else could see
Years before music, years before it all That devil was the seed of Loki devil Learning to answer the call
The call