Dreaming Wild White Horses - Hagalaz' Runedance

Down by a willow-tree, a hidden place so rare

Across a silent lake, where their secrets lie bare

The most delightful scene to see

The dancing messengers of purity

Wild manes in the wind, she holds the key

Riding towards the dawn, sky-clad and free

The maiden goddess, her spirit to me

Fills the cup with Eostre’s sensuality

Passing white mares in the silver moonlight

Carriers of ghosts seeking the other-side

Vanishing into the night before my eyes

Passing, leaving but a dream behind