But when the strife-worn hero
outside the hostel sprang,
What fresh swords on his helmet
again and ever rang!
They who had not yet witness’d
what wonders wrought his hand,
Now rush’d to meet the warrior
from the Burgundian land.
But when the strife-worn hero
outside the hostel sprang,
What fresh swords on his helmet
again and ever rang!
They who had not yet witness’d
what wonders wrought his hand,
Now rush’d to meet the warrior
from the Burgundian land.