“Then hold thy peace,” quoth Hagen,
“and let them nearer come.
Or ever they can see us,
our swords will have struck home
And split their helmets for them,
with double-handed might.
We’ll send them back to Kriemhild,
methinks, in sorry plight!”
“Then hold thy peace,” quoth Hagen,
“and let them nearer come.
Or ever they can see us,
our swords will have struck home
And split their helmets for them,
with double-handed might.
We’ll send them back to Kriemhild,
methinks, in sorry plight!”