"Tendons and muscles of steel.
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And the blaze of lightning in its eyes.
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White as the snow on the hills.
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And its reins, that I hold, they are mine.
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This stallion and sword in exchange
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For my heart and both of my eyes.
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The ravens of swift wings my sight.
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Surely now victory must be mine.
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Eight legged stallion of mine.
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Run with the speed of the winds..
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Eight legged stallion I stride.
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Run as if you carried wings.
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I paint thee with blood from my veins.
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Images of origin long lost.
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I adorn your white mane and tail.
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With the stars that fell from the sky."
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The Stallion
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| Bathory |
