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.