Tom: Dm
Dm C
Three kings rode out on the road to
Gm
hell
Dm C
And ravens rode on the gale
Dm C Gm
The night wind rang like an iron bell
Dm C Gm
And hissed with sleet and hail
Eb Dm
Three kings rode out where the night
Gm
wind runs
Eb Gm F#m
Out onto death's highway
Gm F Gm
The king of the Britons, the king of
Eb Gm Dm Gm
the Huns, the king of Norway
Dm C
The king of the Britons was crowned
Gm Dm C
with gold and rode a stallion white
Dm C
Saying, "All men go when they are
Gm Dm C Gm
told, but I go not in fright
Dm C Gm
A godly king who loved his folk and
Eb Gm F#m
guarded them with his rod
Gm F
And fire and gallows against
Gm Eb Gm Dm Gm
themselves, will surely go to God"
Dm C
The king of the Huns was crowned with
Gm Dm C
steel and rode a stallion red
Dm C
Saying, "Proud must my father's spirit
Gm Dm C Gm
feel of me who crowned my head
Dm C Gm
Halfway across a world in pain, which
Eb Gm F#m
mightily I did win
Gm F Gm Dm
So now I go home to my fathers fane,
Gm Dm Gm
and not to the evil Djinn"
Dm C
The king of Norway was crowned with
Gm Dm C
wings and rode a stallion gray
Dm C
Saying, "High and lustily my heart
Gm Dm C Gm
sings, for Odin guests me today
Dm C Gm
I died in bed, aye, but I hung full
Eb Gm F#m
many a screaming thrall
Gm F Gm Dm
On Odin's tree, with runes on tongue,
Gm Dm Gm
so now I go to his hall"
Dm C
Three kings rode out on the road to
Gm
hell
Dm C
And the bloody-breasted hound
Dm C Gm
Bayed where the darkening waters fell
Dm C Gm
icy beneath the ground
Eb Dm Gm
Three kings a final judgment won
Eb Gm F#m
From the High Gods' lips that day
Gm F
The Devil took the Briton
Gm Dm
The Djinn took the Hun
Gm Dm Gm
And Hela took Norway
