Here they come,
Those bold magnificent horses of olde.
Here they come with thundering hooves blazing, their nostrils flaring.
Do You Hear Them?
They carry their master through ancient wars so long forgotten, those noble steeds,
They do not know why men must fight and die.
They only know of the high school training they received,
To perform their "Airs Above Ground" at their master's command,
So both may live to fight another day.
Do You Hear Them?
The noble, the proud, the spirit like no other, the Iberian horse.
Their ancestors with courage faced the battle.
The nobility of Babieca of the Cid and many more with names written in the wind.
They band together through eternity to thunder past.
Do You Hear Them?
The survivors of the ancient ones live on in the blood of today,
So blessed are we to share their gentle and courageous spirit.
Do You Hear Them?
The Horse of Kings.
original poem by Majia Clasico
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