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