Yea, the Niblung land and her castles were under his might subdued.
Yea, those two kings in the battle he met, and he smote them dead;
Yet himself through the might of Albrich the Dwarf was sorely bestead;
For the vassal dwarf burned fiercely to avenge his liege-lords slain,
Till quelled by the might of Siegfried his purpose he needs must refrain.
That demon-dwarf all vainly strove with the hero’s might:
Like the grapple of raging lions round the mountain stormed their fight,
Till the Hood of Darkness was yielded by Albrich to this new lord,
And Siegfried the Terrible master was left of the Niblung Hoard,
For all which had dared to withstand him on that stricken field lay slain.