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 right of the wicked the first sin was trust kill without warning for blood now i lust storm winds magic mist to asgard the valkyries 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 storm winds magic mist to asgard the valkyries fly high overhead they carry the dead where the blood of my enemy lies