“It may not be averted,”—
that boldest man declared,
Volker, the fiddle-player—
“the doom whereof we’ve heard;
To court we’re bound to journey,
there for ourselves to see
What fate for us good warriors
among the Huns shall be.”
“It may not be averted,”—
that boldest man declared,
Volker, the fiddle-player—
“the doom whereof we’ve heard;
To court we’re bound to journey,
there for ourselves to see
What fate for us good warriors
among the Huns shall be.”