Unto me is Kriemhild thy sister dear as limb and life!
Yea, also to-night must Brunhild become in truth thy wife.
I will come when the daylight endeth unto thy bridal bower
So veiled in my Hood of Darkness, the screen of magic power,
That of these my cunning devices no man on earth may be ware.
First bid thou thy lords of the chamber that unto their lodging they fare.
The lights in the hands of the pages will I darken suddenly,
And that same manifest token shall then be a sign unto thee
That I have entered the chamber. I will surely tame thy wife:
’Neath the yoke of love shall she bow her—or forfeited be my life!”