Three sons have I, and they
Ride by my side. – The fierce,
The black, and the wicked are
their names – we ride down my
enemies on their half-hearted flight.
No voice of mercy – no evangels of light.
Mighty messengers – heathens rage
Witness our coming – gods of the dead.
I ride through the air
I laugh as I die – with powers of evil
Dark knowledge is mine.
The ride of the wicked.
The 1st sin was trust.
Kill without warning – for blood now
I lust.
Strong winds – magic mist
To Asgard the Valkries fly
High overhead – they carry the dead
Where the blood of my enemy lies.
Three sons have I, and they
Ride by my side. – The fierce,
The black, and the wicked are
their names – we ride down my
enemies on their half-hearted flight.
No voice of mercy – no evangels of light.
Strong winds – magic mist
To Asgard the Valkries fly
High overhead – they carry the dead
Where the blood of my enemy lies.