Blood Of My Enemies

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