"Therefrom shall profit never / Master Hildebrand.
Slain hath been here my helper / 'neath the warrior's hand,
The best of feres in battle / that fortune ever sent."
His shield upraised he higher / and hewing through the throng he went.
Next saw ye Dankwart / by doughty Helfrich slain,
Gunther and Giselher / did full sorely plain,
When they beheld him fallen / where fiercely raged the fray.
For his death beforehand / dearly did his foemen pay.
The while coursed Wolfhart / thither and back again,
Through Gunther's men before him / hewing wide a lane.
Thrice in sooth returning / strode he down the hall,
And many a lusty warrior / 'neath his doughty hand must fall.
Soon the young Sir Giselher / cried aloud to him:
"Alack, that I should ever / find such foeman grim!
Sir knight, so bold and noble, / now turn thee here to me.
I trow to end thy coursing, / the which will I no longer see."
To Giselher then turned him / Wolfhart in the fight,
And gaping wounds full many / did each the other smite.
With such a mighty fury / he to the monarch sped
That 'neath his feet went flying / the blood e'en high above his head.