Blood of My Enemies

Three sons have
IAnd 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 dieWith powers of evil
Dark knowledge is mine
The ride of the wicked
The first sin was trust
Kill without warning
For blood now
I lustStrong winds, magic mist
To Asgard the
Valkyries fly
High overhead, they carry the dead
Where the blood of my enemy lies
Three sons have
IAnd 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
Valkyries fly
High overhead, they carry the dead
Where the blood of my enemy lies
Strong winds, magic mist
To Asgard the
Valkyries fly
High overhead, they carry the dead
Where the blood of my enemy lies
Strong winds, magic mist
To Asgard the
Valkyries fly
High overhead, they carry the dead
Where the blood of my enemy lies