While scream and groan of the stricken went up on every hand.
Then they without right gladly would have holpen their friends within:
But when they would force that doorway, small honour could they win.
And they in the hall full gladly would have gotten to outer air,
But past that door-ward Dankwart might none set foot on the stair.
So gathered before that portal throngs upon throngs of foes,
And loud were the helmets ringing as the swords dealt crashing blows.
Then hardly bestead was the warder, Dankwart the unafraid;
But his brother marked his peril, as love and loyalty bade.
With a mighty voice unto Volker straightway did Hagen shout: