Three sons have I
And they ride by my side
The fierce, the black
And the wicked are their namesWe ride down my enemies
On their half hearted flight
No voice of mercy
No evangels of lightMighty messengers
Heathens rage
Witness our coming
Gods of the deadI ride through the air
I laugh as I die
With powers of evil
Dark knowledge is mineThe ride of the wicked
The first sin was trust
Kill without warning
For blood now I lustStrong winds, magic mist
To Asgard the Valkyries fly
High overhead, they carry the dead
Where the blood of my enemy liesThree sons have I
And they ride by my side
The fierce, the black
And the wicked are their namesWe ride down my enemies
On their half hearted flight
No voice of mercy
No evangels of lightStrong winds, magic mist
To Asgard the Valkyries fly
High overhead, they carry the dead
Where the blood of my enemy liesStrong winds, magic mist
To Asgard the Valkyries fly
High overhead, they carry the dead
Where the blood of my enemy liesStrong winds, magic mist
To Asgard the Valkyries fly
High overhead, they carry the dead
Where the blood of my enemy lies