And yet, however many
contended for her love,
Kriemhilda felt in secret
that none her heart could move;
There was no man among them
whose love she could reward;
That knight was still a stranger,
who was to be her lord.
And yet, however many
contended for her love,
Kriemhilda felt in secret
that none her heart could move;
There was no man among them
whose love she could reward;
That knight was still a stranger,
who was to be her lord.