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 [bad word] - gods of the dead.
I ride through the air
I laugh as I die. With powers of evel
Dark knowledge is mine.
The first sin was [bad word] 
Kill without warning. For blood now I lust

Strong wind. Magic mist
To Asgard the Valkries fly
High overhead-they carry the dead
Where blood of my enemies 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 wind. Magic mist
To Asgard the Valkries fly
High overhead-they carry the dead
Where blood of my enemies lies.