To a son the wind gave birth,
Upon the eve of a storm
He ran freely o'er the Earth,
Beauty and might in his form

Coat the shade of clouded skies
His mane was clothed with thunder
A fire burned within his eyes
The ground he clove asunder

Down his line passed fire and speed
His descendents had his might
As lords they would be decreed
In them was seen Aman's light

Man's redeemer, yet man's bane
By sons of kings they were tamed
O'er all horses they did reign
The 'Mearas' they were named

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