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 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 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.