Lyrics The Ballad of the Three Kings - Leslie Fish

Three kings road out on the road to hell
And ravens crowed on the gale
The night wind rang like an iron bell
And hissed with sleet and hail
Three kings rode out where the night wind runs
Out onto death's highway
The king of the Britons, the king of the Huns
The king of Norway

The king of the Britons was crowned with gold
And rode a stallion white
Though all men go when they are told
But i go not in fright
A godly king who loved his folk
And guarded them with his rod
And fire and gallows against themselves
Will surely go to god

The king of the Huns was crowned with steel
And rode a stallion red
Proud must my father's spirit feel
Of me who crowned my head
Halfway across a world in pain
Which mightily i did win
So now i go home to my fathers thane
And not to the evil kin

The king of Norway was crowned with wings
And rode a stallion grey
High and lustily my heart sings
For Odin gets me today
I died in bed, aye but i hung
Full many a screaming thrall
In Odin's tree with runes on tongue
So now i go to his hall

Three kings rode out hell
And a bloody breasted hound
Bayed where the darkening waters fell
Icy beneath the ground
Three kings a final judgement won
From the high god's lips that day
The Devil got the Briton, the Djini took the Hun
And Hel took Norway