Three sons have I, and they
Ride by my side. The black, and the wicked are
their names enemies on their halfNo voice of mercy
Mighty messengers Witness our coming I ride through the air I laugh as I die Dark knowledge is mine.
The ride of the wicked.
The 1st sin was trust. Kill without warning I lust. Strong winds To Asgard the Valkries fly
High overhead Where the blood of my enemy lies. Three sons have I, and they
Ride by my side. The black, and the wicked are
their names enemies on their halfNo voice of mercy
Strong winds To Asgard the Valkries fly
High overhead Where the blood of my enemy lies.
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