Then in his arms did Siegmund
the murder’d prince enfold;
Whereat his friends their sorrow
so little could withhold,
That with their lamentation
the palace rang and hall;
And even through Worms city,
the sounds of woe did fall.
Then in his arms did Siegmund
the murder’d prince enfold;
Whereat his friends their sorrow
so little could withhold,
That with their lamentation
the palace rang and hall;
And even through Worms city,
the sounds of woe did fall.