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. - k** 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.