The young son of Dame Uté
into the fight now dash’d,
And gloriously his broadsword
right through the helmets crash’d—
To grief of Etzel’s warriors
of the Hungarian land.
There wrought were many marvels
by gallant Gis’lher’s hand.
The young son of Dame Uté
into the fight now dash’d,
And gloriously his broadsword
right through the helmets crash’d—
To grief of Etzel’s warriors
of the Hungarian land.
There wrought were many marvels
by gallant Gis’lher’s hand.