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.

Passing through the storm-
Led by Demons-walk between the
World of men and gods-
Cast no shadows-draw no light.
I rape the priestess on pagans night.
I taste the serpents poison
On the lips of the one I love.
She brings this gift of witchcraft.
I wear the cat-skin-gloves.

Apples of youth when I wrought
Mischief,hung in a tree to rot
In the sun.-
Reborn in the middle of the

Hear what's written on the wind.
We come to kill and kill again.
Our arrows fall like hail
Trample on the dead. - Ride through the
Gate of clouds - stand on the open step.
Run beserk - spreading fear and pain.
Black shield and weapons, black our chain.
None can harm us - not their fire -
Iron or steel - for we have the
Will to power - with power we will
Kill.

Raise sails head for the open sea
With sails full of wind-our hearts
Overflowwith belief.
The quest for the grail to England
We sail,with our steel.We
Bring what was lost.If
Lives are the cost,let it be.

Strong she stands-reaching her
Hand.Brave and grant.On English
Ground-we were born.Proudly
We return.-To English shore.

Hail,Hail to England-
Hail,Hail,Hail.

Battle hymns did sound the call.
You came to our side.
You heard true metal - into glory
Ride.
You stood beside us the false ones
Cried. - Your love is judgement.
You gave us life.

You wait in the rain - you walk
Through the snow. We give you
Our blood. We want you to know.
In our eyes your're immortal -
In our hearts you'll live forever -
In our eyes your're immortal -

Black Arrows (of Death) is instrumental.

Slowly crossing as the river runs below
Never stopping for whats waiting soon will slow
And this last time looking back I'll see
My home for he awaits me reaching for my
soul.He calls my name,and waves me on
The fallen one he stands in flame

Well the life that he has given full of riches
And success has a price that I made good in
Blood to pay.And the light he now is showing

Slowly crossing as the river runs below
Never stopping for whats waiting soon will slow
And this last time looking back I'll see
My home for he awaits me reaching for my
soul.He calls my name,and waves me on
The fallen one he stands in flame

Well the life that he has given full of riches
And success has a price that I made good in
Blood to pay.And the light he now is showing

Black Arrows (of Death) is instrumental.

Battle hymns did sound the call.
You came to our side.
You heard true metal - into glory
Ride.

You stood beside us the false ones
Cried. - Your love is judgement.
You gave us life.

You wait in the rain - you walk
Through the snow. We give you
Our blood. We want you to know.
In our eyes your're immortal -
In our hearts you'll live forever -
In our eyes your're immortal -

Raise sails head for the open sea
With sails full of wind-our hearts
Overflowwith belief.
The quest for the grail to England
We sail,with our steel.We
Bring what was lost.If
Lives are the cost,let it be.

Strong she stands-reaching her
Hand.Brave and grant.On English
Ground-we were born.Proudly
We return.-To English shore.

Hail,Hail to England-
Hail,Hail,Hail.

Hear what's written on the wind.
We come to kill and kill again.
Our arrows fall like hail
Trample on the dead-Ride through the
Gate of clouds-stand on the open step
Run berserk-spreading fear and pain
Black shield and weapons, black our chain.
None can harm us-not their fire-
Iron or steel-for we have the
Will to power-with power we will
Kill

Kill with power-die die

Passing through the storm-
Led by Demons-walk between the
World of men and gods-
Cast no shadows-draw no light.
I rape the priestess on pagans night.
I taste the serpents poison
On the lips of the one I love.
She brings this gift of witchcraft.
I wear the cat-skin-gloves.

Apples of youth when I wrought
Mischief,hung in a tree to rot
In the sun.-
Reborn in the middle of the

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 evel
Dark knowledge is mine.
The 1st sin was trust.-