Two horses, swiftest traveling, harnessed in a pair, and grazing ever in places. Distant from them.
My first is second in line; I send shivers up your spine; not quite shining bright I glitter in the light.
I drive men mad for love of me. Easily beaten, never free.
How far will a blind dog walk into a forest?
It floats over the land, It cuts the tallest mountain, Its voice is like a fountain, Its body like a snake, Will flow into a lake.
I roam through the lands hoping to rescue my love. I search high and low and will stomp on you if you get in my way!