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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 evel dark knowledge is mine
The ride of the wicked
The first 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 blood of my enemies 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 blood of my enemies lies
Strong winds, magic mist
To Asgard the Valkries fly
High overhead, they carry the dead
Where blood of my enemies lies
Strong winds, magic mist
To Asgard the Valkries fly
High overhead, they carry the dead
Where blood of my enemies lies
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