Die Nibelungen Page #2

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will win a shield full of gold!

But I beseech you: Do not harm

the sons of my mother!

Bard, play on!

Here ends the fourth Canto.

Canto V

How the Huns celebrated

the summer solstice with

the Nibelungen.

Is it the fashion at Worms to sit

at table armed head to toe?

Lord Hagen Tronje knows well,

why he never lays aside his sword!

Methinks, from such a feast

the heir to King Attilla's

crowns should not be absent!

Methinks the boy has not long

to live. We scarcely shall go as

guests to any courts of his!

Treason!

The child!

The work of your guest,

King Attilla!

Now you Nibelungen,

all of my men will be

against you.

Safe conduct from these

halls I demand for me and

my following!

Here ends the fifth Canto.

Canto VI

The Nibelungen's distress.

Go, tell Lady Kriemhild what you

have seen!

Open the gate!

Not a Hun is alive in

Attilla's hall!

Huns, avenge your dead!

It is impossible, my Queen!

Avenge your dead, Huns,

and the royal child!

Sister!

Sister!

Think of our mother!

Hand over the assassin of

Siegfried and you are free!

The fight is too uneven.

The dawn will see no

Nibelung alive.

With Giselher my own child

will die!

Lord Ruediger, stay out of it!

Blood cries for blood!

Call Ruediger!

Now the time has come,

Lord Ruediger! Redeem

your oath!

Margrave Ruediger, I demand

from you the assassin of

Siegfried!

Not against Hagen Tronje,

do you send me, Queen, but

against your brothers who

defend him with their lives!

Ruediger, you swore by the

sharp edge of your sword!

Giselher is engaged to my

only child!

Blood cries for blood, Ruediger!

Lord! Do not force me to kill

my only child!

Here ends the sixth Canto

Canto VII

The Nibelungen's end.

Lord Ruediger stands

before the gate!

He will bring peace!

What are you bringing us,

father?

Death!

O Lord, do not allow that

they who love, kill one another

Tell them that if they deliver

the murderer of my child,

they may go free!

King Attilla, you do not

know the loyal German

soul!

My oath to Kriemhild is older

than my oath to you!

Don't force me to break

my oath! Fight!

Do you want me to lose my

honor?! - Defend yourself

Hagen Tronje!

O sister, what have you

wrought!

Deliver Tronje to me

and you are free!

Rejoice in your revenge

Kriemhild! Dead are your

young brothers. Ruediger is

dead. Dead are all his men!

But Hagen Tronje, who

slew Siegfried, still lives!

Throw fire into the hall!

O lord, fiery arrows are raining

on the hall by the queen's

order - the palace is burning.

Lady Kriemhild is right, more

than right! I myself will stand

at her side when the fire will

flush out Hagen, the murderer!

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