Then Giselher, the youngest
of the Burgundians, spake:
“A cool wind is arising,
I trow the day will break.
Now grant us, God of Heaven,
on better times to fall!
For us my sister Kriemhild
hath made ill festival.”
Then Giselher, the youngest
of the Burgundians, spake:
“A cool wind is arising,
I trow the day will break.
Now grant us, God of Heaven,
on better times to fall!
For us my sister Kriemhild
hath made ill festival.”