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 first sin was trust
Kill without warning for blood now I lust
Strong wind, magic mist
To Asgard the Valkries fly!
High overhead they carry the dead
Where blood of my enemies 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 wind, magic mist
To Asgard the Valkries fly!
High overhead they carry the dead
Where blood of my enemies lies!
