His battle-brand victorious through many a morion shore
Of the warriors of King Etzel, the pride of the Hunfolk’s land.
Ay, marvels of hero-prowess were wrought by Giselher’s hand.
But, how brave were the rest soever, the kings and their vassal-train,
Yet no man like unto Volker might ye see, as he battled amain
Facing the starkest foemen—ha, ’twas a warrior good!
Many a champion before him fell wounded to death in his blood.
Of a truth the liegemen of Etzel made stout defence that day:
But the guests—ye might see them hewing forth and back their way
Through the length and breadth of the feast-hall of the King with the lightening brand,