Dankwart the ever-ready
without the gateway stood;
Well guarded he the stairway,
let any come who would.
One heard the clang of weapons
in the bold hero’s hand.
The like, within, did Volker
of the Burgundian land.
Dankwart the ever-ready
without the gateway stood;
Well guarded he the stairway,
let any come who would.
One heard the clang of weapons
in the bold hero’s hand.
The like, within, did Volker
of the Burgundian land.