“Tendons and muscles of steel.​
And the blaze of lightning in its eyes.​
White as the snow on the hills.​
And its reins, that I hold, they are mine.​

This stallion and sword in exchange
For my heart and both of my eyes.​
The ravens of swift wings my sight.​
Surely now victory must be mine.​

Eight legged stallion of mine.​
Run with the speed of the winds.​
Eight legged stallion I stride.​
Run as if you carried wings.​

I paint thee with blood from my veins.​
Images of origin long lost.​
I adorn your white mane and tail.​
With the stars that fell from the sky.”