Blood Of My Enemies

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.