A lord of the ringing battle, without reproach or fear.
Unflinching there stood Gunther and Gernot side by side:
They lashed at the reeling war-ranks, and many a hero died.
Smote Giselher and Dankwart, and of life and limb recked nought;
Many a stalwart champion to his latest day they brought.
Of his giant strength the Margrave gave tokens all too true:
Dreadless and mighty-weaponed, how many a foe he slew!
That saw a Prince Burgundian, and his grief and wrath ’gan swell:—
Then, then death’s imminent shadow o’er the noble Rüdiger fell:—
It was Gernot the strong; to the hero he shouted across the hall,