For when the lordly hero
held Kriemhild to his heart,
And comforted the maiden
with every loving art,
Amid his noble wooing
she seem’d his very life:
Not for a thousand others
had he foregone his wife.
For when the lordly hero
held Kriemhild to his heart,
And comforted the maiden
with every loving art,
Amid his noble wooing
she seem’d his very life:
Not for a thousand others
had he foregone his wife.