The lady bade them lead her
where she her hero found.
With her white hand she lifted
his fair head from the ground;
Red as he was with blood-stains,
well knew she him again.—
There lay the Niblung hero,
so pitifully slain.
The lady bade them lead her
where she her hero found.
With her white hand she lifted
his fair head from the ground;
Red as he was with blood-stains,
well knew she him again.—
There lay the Niblung hero,
so pitifully slain.