Yet by his hand must Hagen
lie stretch’d upon the ground.
So hard, in sooth, his blows were,
they made the glebe resound.
Had he his sword had handy,
then Hagen had been slain.
The wound was burning sorely,
and made him writhe with pain.
Yet by his hand must Hagen
lie stretch’d upon the ground.
So hard, in sooth, his blows were,
they made the glebe resound.
Had he his sword had handy,
then Hagen had been slain.
The wound was burning sorely,
and made him writhe with pain.