With all her strength of body,
her spear the glorious maid
Against a new shield hurlèd—
’twas broad and stoutly made—
Which on his arm was bearing
the son of Siegelind;
Bright fire-sparks from the steel flew,
as driven by the wind.
With all her strength of body,
her spear the glorious maid
Against a new shield hurlèd—
’twas broad and stoutly made—
Which on his arm was bearing
the son of Siegelind;
Bright fire-sparks from the steel flew,
as driven by the wind.