Magnu
Dave 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.