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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 Valkyries 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 Valkyries fly

High overhead — they carry the dead

Where the blood of my enemy lies