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.