Brand.
He slew——!
The Throng.
[Shuddering.]
His child!
The Woman.
The horror of his deed of blood!
His grief ran brimming like a flood;
He struck himself the death-wound too.
Come, save him, save him from perdition,
Brand.
He slew——!
The Throng.
[Shuddering.]
His child!
The Woman.
The horror of his deed of blood!
His grief ran brimming like a flood;
He struck himself the death-wound too.
Come, save him, save him from perdition,