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.