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