[He tries to loosen the breastplate.
Come, my sword,
Cleave thou the iron!
[He draws his sword and gently and carefully cuts through the rings on both sides of the breastplate; he then lifts this off along with the greaves, so that Brünnhilde now lies before him in a soft woman's robe. He draws back startled and amazed.
That is no man!
[He stares at the sleeper, greatly excited.
Magical rapture
Pierces my heart;
Fixed is my gaze,
Burning with terror;
I reel, my heart faints and fails!
[He is seized with sudden terror.
