Brunhilda wept, but Kriemhild
no longer tarried there;
Before the king’s wife passing,
with all her maidens fair,
She went into the minster:
such hate did this beget
That many bright eyes later
were sore bedimm’d and wet.
Brunhilda wept, but Kriemhild
no longer tarried there;
Before the king’s wife passing,
with all her maidens fair,
She went into the minster:
such hate did this beget
That many bright eyes later
were sore bedimm’d and wet.