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 evel
Dark knowledge is mine
The ride of the wicked
The firstst sin was trust
Kill without warning-for blood now
I lust
Strong wind-magic mist
To Asgard the Valkries fly
High overhead they carry the dead
Where blood of my enemies 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 wind-magic mist
To Asgard the Valkries fly
High overhead-they carry the dead
Where blood of my enemies lies