The Ballad of the Three Kings
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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 Death'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!
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