“Woe, for my lord belovèd!”
cried Master Hildebrand,
“Who here in death is lying
stricken by Volker’s hand:
Henceforth this fiddle-player
shall save himself no more!”
Bold Hildebrand was wrathful
as ne’er he was before.
“Woe, for my lord belovèd!”
cried Master Hildebrand,
“Who here in death is lying
stricken by Volker’s hand:
Henceforth this fiddle-player
shall save himself no more!”
Bold Hildebrand was wrathful
as ne’er he was before.