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.
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