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 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