Then in fierce anger shouted the thanes of Siegfried’s band:
“Nay, once more yet may we journey unto this accursèd land,
If we find, if we prove of a surety who laid our dear lord low.
Amidst his friends have they won them deadly foes enow!”
For the last time kissed he Kriemhild. He spake in sorrow’s despair,
When he saw her steadfastly purposed to abide with her people there:
“Now ride we forth all joyless, as home to our people we go!
Now first my depth of affliction and all my sorrow I know!”
So rode they without all escort from Worms on Rhine away.
Well might they go all-fearless: so stern of mood were they,