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 evel Dark knowledge is mine. The ride of the wicked The 1st sin was trust.- Kill without warning -for blood now I lust
[2]: Strong wind -magic mist To Asgard Valkries fly High overhead -they carry the dead Where blood of my enemy lies.