The wooing of Grimhilde, the mother of Hagen. See p. 135
[Still mysteriously.
Walhall and Nibelheim bow to his will.
On this hero undaunted
My curse falls in vain,
For he knows not
The ring's true worth,
Nor makes use
Of its wonderful spell;
Laughing he burns life away,
Caring only for love.
Nothing can serve us
But his undoing!
Sleepest, Hagen, my son?
HAGEN [As before.
Already he speeds
Through me to his doom.
ALBERICH