Then smote the fiddler sorely,
till o’er the buckler’s side
By Volker’s hand the plating
was scatter’d far and wide;
So was he fain to leave him,
a gruesome man was he;
Then Iring rush’d on Gunther,
the lord of Burgundy.
Then smote the fiddler sorely,
till o’er the buckler’s side
By Volker’s hand the plating
was scatter’d far and wide;
So was he fain to leave him,
a gruesome man was he;
Then Iring rush’d on Gunther,
the lord of Burgundy.