'Tis my father's foe,
Found here at last!
Now, then, for vengeance!
In luck am I!
Brandish thy spear:
My sword will hew it in twain!
[With one stroke he hews the Wanderer's spear in two pieces. Lightning flashes from the spear up towards the rocks, where the light, until now dim, begins to flame brighter and brighter. A violent thunder-clap, which quickly dies away, accompanies the stroke.
WANDERER
[Quietly picking up the pieces of the spear which have fallen at his feet.
Fare on! I cannot prevent thee!
[He suddenly disappears in utter darkness.
SIEGFRIED
With his spear in splinters
Vanished the coward!
[The growing brightness of the clouds of fire, which keep sinking down lower and lower, attracts Siegfried's eye.
Ha! Rapturous fire!
Glorious light!
Shining my pathway
Opens before me.
In fiery flames plunging,
Through fire I will win to the bride!
Hoho! Hahei!
To summon a comrade I call!