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