Until the fourth day dawning
at Traisenmauer she stay’d.
The dust upon the roadways
meanwhile was never laid;
It rose, as from some burning,
on every side, like smoke,
While through the Austrian country
came riding Etzel’s folk.
Until the fourth day dawning
at Traisenmauer she stay’d.
The dust upon the roadways
meanwhile was never laid;
It rose, as from some burning,
on every side, like smoke,
While through the Austrian country
came riding Etzel’s folk.