The Stallion - Bathory

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