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