Brock - )

Magnu, horse with golden mane, I want your help yet once

again,

Walk not the earth but fly through space as lightning flash

or thunders race

Swift as the arrow from the bow, come to me so that no one

can know.

Sunbeams are my shafts to kill all men who dare

imagine ill,

Deceit that fears the light of day fly from the glory

of my ray,

Good minds open and take new light until we diminish

by the reign of night

A burning brand was seen to fall, it lit the

darkness of the hall,

The flying hoofbeats circling in, come to me and

let us spin.

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