( - Brock - )
Magnu, horse with golden mane, I want your help yet once
again,
Walk not the earth but fly through space as lightning flash
and thunders race
Swift as the arrows from the bow, come to me so that no one
shall 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 mines open and take new light until diminished
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. |