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--
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
Another scene, the truth is so mean.
You blow out another human candle.
To dissevere a dead cold body.
To dominate, to devastate, psycho!
Do you love to twist their dreams?
Do you come when you hear their screams?
Do you covet their lifeless limb?
The world is shocked, the cage is locked, forever.
The dismal truth, so hard to face,
we're running out of time.
He loves the world, where he is king,
where he does whatever he pleases!
In his mind, he is God. Sacrifices in human blood
His sickened art is holy deeds.
Examined piece by piece.
[chorus]
