[ti:the stallion]
[ar:bathory ]
[al:]

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[00:57]Tendons and muscles of steel.
[01:02]And the blaze of lightning in its eyes.
[01:08]White as the snow on the hills.
[01:14]And it's reins, that I hold, they are mine.
[01:49]This stallion and sword in exchange
[01:55]for my heart and both of my eyes.
[02:00]The ravens of swift wings my sight
[02:06]Surely now victory must be mine.
[02:40]Eight legged stallion of mine.
[02:45]Run with the speed of the winds.
[02:50]Eight legged stallion I stride.
[02:55]Run as if you carried wings.
[03:53]I paint thee with the blood from my veins
[03:59]Images of origin long lost.
[04:04]I adorn your white mane and tail
[04:10]With the stars that fell from the sky.
[04:26]A glade in the Eternal deep dark Woods...
[04:32]Midnight hours...
[04:38]"Sitting by his campfire alone one night, the young man is approached by
[04:43]the Woodwoman. She asks him to follow her to her den where she promises him
[04:50]magic for the price of his young heart. Eager to win the upcoming duel, he
[04:56]entrusts his heart into her wooden hands for the ability to survive every
[05:02]cut or slit by his adversary.
[05:08]And thus he had met the Woodwoman..."