Soon had the doughty giant
girded his armour on,
Set on his head his helmet,
and quickly seized upon
And swung aloft his buckler,
and opened wide the gate:
How straightly then on Siegfried
he rush’d, with scowl of hate!
Soon had the doughty giant
girded his armour on,
Set on his head his helmet,
and quickly seized upon
And swung aloft his buckler,
and opened wide the gate:
How straightly then on Siegfried
he rush’d, with scowl of hate!