Sleipnir's Gallop Through the Nine Worlds

Eight hooves pound, the earth it shakes, through frost and fire,

the sky he breaks. Odin's steed, born of chaos wild,

Loki's trick, Hel's own child. The rivers roar, the mountains scream, a shadow cuts

the moonlit stream. Faster than thought, faster than fear, the gallop of Sleipnir draws near.

Roll thunder, winds so great, riding realms where shadows stray.

Run, Sleipnir run, through the ash, through the sun. No chain can

bind, no god can tame, your gallop scorches the Nine Worlds

aflame. Run, Sleipnir run, through the ash, through the sun.