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.

*super guitar solo*

Strong winds – magic mist
To Asgard the Valkries fly
High overhead – they carry the dead
Where the blood of my enemy lies.

Strong winds – magic mist
To Asgard the Valkries fly
High overhead – they carry the dead
Where the blood of my enemy lies.

Strong winds – magic mist
To Asgard the Valkries fly…. hhaaahaaahhaaaa
High overhead – they carry the dead
Where the blood of my enemy lies.
ooohhh oohhhhh…