Above his head bold Iring
his shield made haste to lean;
And if that self-same stairway
yet thrice its length had been,
Hagen had ne’er allow’d him
to deal a single stroke.
Ay me! the sparks so ruddy
that from his helmet broke!
Above his head bold Iring
his shield made haste to lean;
And if that self-same stairway
yet thrice its length had been,
Hagen had ne’er allow’d him
to deal a single stroke.
Ay me! the sparks so ruddy
that from his helmet broke!