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 first sin was trust
Kill without warning
For blood now I lust
CHORUS
Strong winds - magic mist
To Asgard the Valkries fly
High overhead - they carry the dead
Where the 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 |
