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