"He’s quicker than quicksand and faster than all
He still has no stable, he lives in a hall
Over the mountains and over the seas
Swifter then time, he moves like a breeze."
"A slippery charger, no one is his match
A god among horses, he strikes and attack
Hooves made of steel, like war drums so loud
Run Sleipnir, run, show us the meaning of haste.."