Dm                    C
Three kings rode out on the road to
Gm
 hell
      Dm                 C
And ravens rode on the gale
      Dm                      C    Gm
The night wind rang like an iron bell
        Dm        C        Gm
And hissed with sleet and hail
         Eb                      Dm
Three kings rode out where the night
       Gm
wind runs

 Eb                   Gm F#m
Out onto death's highway
      Gm          F             Gm
The king of the Britons, the king of
     Eb         Gm   Dm   Gm
the Huns, the king of Norway
       Dm                     C
The king of the Britons was crowned
       Gm        Dm             C
with gold and rode a stallion white
          Dm              C
Saying, "All men go when they are
 Gm       Dm    C       Gm
told, but I go not in fright
    Dm             C        Gm
A godly king who loved his folk and
    Eb                 Gm F#m
guarded them with his rod
      Gm          F
And fire and gallows against
Gm     Eb          Gm    Dm    Gm
themselves, will surely go to God"
      Dm                    C
The king of the Huns was crowned with
 Gm         Dm             C
steel and rode a stallion red
            Dm                     C
Saying, "Proud must my father's spirit
 Gm     Dm         C        Gm
feel of me who crowned my head
   Dm              C        Gm
Halfway across a world in pain, which
    Eb           Gm F#m
mightily I did win
    Gm        F          Gm       Dm
So now I go home to my fathers fane,
     Gm          Dm    Gm
and not to the evil Djinn"
      Dm                  C
The king of Norway was crowned with
  Gm        Dm              C
wings and rode a stallion gray
          Dm              C
Saying, "High and lustily my heart
 Gm         Dm         C    Gm
sings, for Odin guests me today
   Dm           C          Gm
I died in bed, aye, but I hung full
 Eb                Gm F#m
many a screaming thrall
     Gm    F           Gm       Dm
On Odin's tree, with runes on tongue,
    Gm      Dm      Gm
so now I go to his hall"
   Dm                        C
Three kings rode out on the road to
Gm
hell
          Dm              C
And the bloody-breasted hound
 Dm                          C    Gm
Bayed where the darkening waters fell
Dm    C           Gm
icy beneath the ground
Eb                  Dm       Gm
Three kings a final judgment won
         Eb                   Gm F#m
From the High Gods' lips that day
     Gm              F
The Devil took the Briton
     Gm             Dm
The Djinn took the Hun
      Gm      Dm Gm
And Hela took Norway