“Let go the lion, master!
fierce though he be of mood,
Comes he into my clutches,”
said Volker, warrior good,
“E’en though a world of people
he with his hands hath slain,
I’ll kill him, that the story
he ne’er may tell again.”
“Let go the lion, master!
fierce though he be of mood,
Comes he into my clutches,”
said Volker, warrior good,
“E’en though a world of people
he with his hands hath slain,
I’ll kill him, that the story
he ne’er may tell again.”