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 the 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 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...
