His brother had been slaughter’d;
himself, too, had a wound;
Full eighty of his warriors
lay there upon the ground
In grim Death’s grip forever;
needs must the hero then
Turn round and flee for safety
before King Gunther’s men.
His brother had been slaughter’d;
himself, too, had a wound;
Full eighty of his warriors
lay there upon the ground
In grim Death’s grip forever;
needs must the hero then
Turn round and flee for safety
before King Gunther’s men.