[Intro ] Hooves in the mist… eight shadows in the storm… Sleipnir – born from the twilight of gods… Ride… ride… ride… [Verse 1] Born from the strange, in the breath of the night, Forged by the chaos where the gods ignite, Odin's steed, iron veins through the frost and the flame, Eight legs thunder, even storms bow to his name. From the halls of Valhalla, to the gates of the dead, He runs through the realms where mortals fear to tread, No saddle of fear, no rider but the Allfather’s might, Sleipnir tears the horizon, like a rune in flight. [Hook] Ride, Sleipnir, ride through the storm and fire, Hooves strike thunder, lifting empires higher, Through realms unseen where the brave hearts tire, Carry Odin’s will — breath of ancient pyre! [Chorus] Sleipnir! Sleipnir! Eight hooves in the sky! Ride through the thunder where the fallen never die! Sleipnir! Sleipnir! Shadow of the Allfather’s cry! Carry the gods — let the world hear the warhorns rise! [Hook ] Ride, Sleipnir, ride through the storm and fire, Hooves strike thunder, lifting empires higher, Through realms unseen where the brave hearts tire, Carry Odin’s will — breath of ancient pyre! [Chorus ] Sleipnir! Sleipnir! Eight hooves in the sky! Ride through the thunder where the fallen never die! Sleipnir! Sleipnir! Shadow of the Allfather’s cry! Carry the gods — let the world hear the warhorns rise! [Verse 2] Across Bifröst flames, past the howl of the void, Through Helheim's mist where the weak are destroyed, No beast nor blade could outrun his stride, He is the silence that hunts on the cosmic tide. Eyes like embers of a war long foretold, Mane of starlight, forged in ages of old, When the Ravens call, and Valhalla awakens their kin, Sleipnir roars from the clouds — let Ragnarök begin. [Hook] Ride, Sleipnir, ride — through fate and desire, Hooves of the gods, set the universe on fire, Storm bringer, life taker, myth never tire, Carry Odin’s will — breath of ancient pyre! [Verse 3] From ember to ash, from the blood to the bone, He’s the roar in the sky when the warriors are thrown, From Midgard plains to the halls of the slain, Every hoofbeat echoes through eternal remains. Not beast, not phantom, but a legend in stride, When Odin takes reins — even death steps aside, And when your fate calls — in the chill of the night, You’ll hear eight hooves pounding... Ride to the light. [Outro ] Sleipnir… storm steed… shadow forged from the breath of gods… Ride… ride… forever ride… [Chorus] Sleipnir! Sleipnir! Eight hooves in the sky! Ride through the thunder where the fallen never die! Sleipnir! Sleipnir! Shadow of the Allfather’s cry! Carry the gods — let the world hear the warhorns rise! [Ending]
