Three sons have I, and they ride by my side
The feirce, the black and the wicked are their names
We ride down my enemies on their half hearted fight
No voice of mercy no evangels of light
Mighty messenger heathens ride
Witness our coming, gods of the damned
I ride through the air, I laugh as I die
With powers of evil dark knowledge is mine
The right of the wicked the first sin was trust
Kill without warning for blood now I lust
Strong winds, magic mist, to azgard the valkries fly
High overhead they carry the dead where the blood of my enemies lie
Three sons have i and they ride by my side
The fierce the black and the wicked are their names.
