And in leal faith these bewailed him with all the true souls there.
Yea, from the heart they lamented for Kriemhild’s perished lord.
Now pealed the holy mass-chant: through the doors of the minster poured
On every hand young children no less than women and men.
Even they whom his death smote lightly, wept with the best for him then.
Spake Giselher and Gernot: “O sister, receive of us thou
For the death of thy lord consolation: it is past all healing now.
Thy loss by our love will we make good, so long as we both shall live.”
But no one on earth could console her, of none would she comfort receive.
By this was his coffin fashioned, when the sun in the mid-heaven shone.