For those twain, Volker and Hagen, were mad with the fury of fight.
Now ware was the Lord of Rhineland that he could not still the fray:
Then himself unsheathed his war-glaive, and fell on the foes’ array,
And he cleft their shining hauberks, and dealt wounds deep and wide.
What man of his hands was the hero that havoc testified.
Then also Gernot the stalwart plunged mid the surges of strife:
Out of many a valiant champion of the Huns he smote the life.
With the keen-edged brand of battle, the gift that Rüdiger gave,
For many a knight of Etzel did he open the gates of the grave.
Then the youngest son of Uta hurled into the tempest-roar: