Up and away!
Swiftly to horse!
I will not part with the ring.
WALTRAUTE
Woe's me! Woe's me!
Woe to thee, sister!
Woe to Walhall's Gods!
[She rushes away. A storm-cloud immediately rises from the wood, accompanied by thunder.
BRÜNNHILDE
[As she looks after the brightly lit, retreating thunder-cloud, which soon vanishes in the distance.
Borne by the wind
In storm and lightning,
Haste away, cloud,
And may I see thee no more!
[Twilight has fallen. The light of the fire gradually shines more brightly from below. She gazes quietly out on the landscape.
Eventide shadows
Dim the heavens,
And more brightly
The flames that encircle me glow.
[The firelight approaches from below. Ever-brightening tongues of flame shoot up over the edge of the rock.