They had no more, all counted,
than just a thousand men
And twelve, with those of Siegfried.
The dust ’gan rising then
Upon the streets and roadways,
as through the land they rode:
One saw their lances shining,
and many a good shield glowed.
They had no more, all counted,
than just a thousand men
And twelve, with those of Siegfried.
The dust ’gan rising then
Upon the streets and roadways,
as through the land they rode:
One saw their lances shining,
and many a good shield glowed.