And whilst the noble Siegfried
drank of the rippling flood
He stabb’d him through the cross-mark,
and through the wound his blood
Straight from his heart outspurted,
and Hagen’s shirt was wet;
So foul a misdeed never
befell a hero yet.
And whilst the noble Siegfried
drank of the rippling flood
He stabb’d him through the cross-mark,
and through the wound his blood
Straight from his heart outspurted,
and Hagen’s shirt was wet;
So foul a misdeed never
befell a hero yet.