(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.