Blood of My Enemies

Manowar

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 angels of light.

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