Leslie Fish - The Ballad of the Three Kings lyrics

Three Kings rode out on the road to Hell Ravens flew on the gale The night wind rang like an iron bell And hissed with sleet and hail Three Kings rode out on the road to Hell And onto d**h's highway; The King of the Britons, the King of the Huns And the King of Norroway The King of the Britons was helmed with gold And rode a stallion white: "Though all men go when they are cold Yet I go not in fright A goodly king who loved his folk And guarded them with the rod -- And stake, and gallows -- against themselves Will surely go to God!" The King of the Huns was helmed 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 That I did mightily win: Surely I go to my fathers' side And not to the evil Djinn." The King of Norway was crowned with wings And rode a stallion grey; "High and lustily my heart sings For Odhinn guests me today I died in bed, but first I hung Full many a squealing thrall On Odhinn's tree, with rune on tongue: I go now to Odhinn's hall!" Three Kings rode out on the road to hell And a bloody-breasted hound Bayed where the darkening waters fell Icy beneath the ground Three Kings a final judgment won From the High Gods' lips that day: The Devil took the Briton, the Djinni took the Hun And Hel took Norroway