Then a sudden fury of battle the Danemark warriors thrilled.
On charged they, Irnfried and Hawart: they leapt to the guarded door,
And a thousand heroes followed. Then roar on shattering roar
Rang round in crashing echoes unearthly wild and high.
What hail of massy javelins did against the Burgundians fly!
Full on the viol-minstrel did Irnfried the dauntless run,
But bitter scathe his daring from the hand of Volker won;
For he dealt, that noble minstrel, the landgrave such a blow
That it cleft through the firm-knit helmet—in sooth was he grim enow!
Wounded to death, yet Irnfried smote one mighty stroke,