“Now tell me, brother Dankwart,
why all so red ye be?
Methinks that thou art wounded
and suffer’st grievously.
If in the land he liveth
who this on thee hath done,
Except the foul fiend save him,
his life’s as good as gone.”
“Now tell me, brother Dankwart,
why all so red ye be?
Methinks that thou art wounded
and suffer’st grievously.
If in the land he liveth
who this on thee hath done,
Except the foul fiend save him,
his life’s as good as gone.”