The overweening Hagen
across his knees laid down
A bare and shining weapon,
upon whose pommel shone
A very brilliant jasper,
greener than any sward.
Kriemhilda well remember’d
that it was Siegfried’s sword.
The overweening Hagen
across his knees laid down
A bare and shining weapon,
upon whose pommel shone
A very brilliant jasper,
greener than any sward.
Kriemhilda well remember’d
that it was Siegfried’s sword.