| Lyrics: | 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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