The Blood Of My Enemies

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.