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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.
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