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, the 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 first 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 deadTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
