Then fell Kriemhilda’s husband
upon the flowery sward:
One saw from out the lance-wound,
how fast his life-blood pour’d.
Upbraiding then began he—
forced by his mortal pain—
Those who had thus betray’d him
and treacherously slain.
Then fell Kriemhilda’s husband
upon the flowery sward:
One saw from out the lance-wound,
how fast his life-blood pour’d.
Upbraiding then began he—
forced by his mortal pain—
Those who had thus betray’d him
and treacherously slain.