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.