Manowar - Blood Brothers

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