I see there the shield
That sheltered heroes;
And there is the helmet
That hid my head:
It shields, it hides me no more!
SIEGFRIED [With fire.
By a glorious maid
My heart has been hurt
Wounds in my head
A woman has struck:
I came without shield or helm!
BRÜNNHILDE [With increased sadness.
I see there the breastplate's
Glittering steel;
A keen-edged sword
Sundered the rings,
From the form of the maiden
Loosened the mail:
Nor shelter nor shield is left
To the weak and sorrowful maid!
SIEGFRIED [With heat.
Through billows of fire
I battled to thee,
No buckler or breastplate
Sheltered or screened;
The flames have won
Their way to my heart;
My blood hot-surging
Rushes and leaps;
A ravening fire
Is kindled within me:
The flames that shone
Round Brünnhilde's rock
Are burning now in my breast!
O maid, extinguish the fire!
Calm the commotion and rage!
[He has embraced her passionately.
BRÜNNHILDE