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 evel
Dark knowledge is mine
The 1st 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