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