Three sons have iand they

Ride by my side. - the fierce

The blackand 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 iand they

Ride by my side. - the fierce

The blackand 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.