Siggeir hette en kung Han herskade över Gautland han var mäktig och hade mycket folk Han begav sig till kung Völsung och friade till Signy Kungen liksom hans söner upptog det väl men Signy själv var mycket ovillig”
(There was a king called Siggeir, who ruled over Gothland, a mighty king and of many folk; he went to meet Volsung, the king, and prayed him for Signy his daughter to wife; and the king took his talk well, and his sons withal, but she was loth thereto.)
While the festivities were in progress The entrance was suddenly darkened By a peculiar one-eyed man Who thrust a sword in Branstock
“So sweet his speaking sounded, So wise his words did seem, That moveless all men sat there, As in a happy dream. And none would cast him a question Or follow on his ways For they knew that the gift was Odin’s, A sword for the world to praise”
Sigmund, tenth and youngest son Triumphantly retrieved the sword Refusing to hand over the blade He awakened Siggeirs envy
“Siggeir invited Völsung clan Only to cowardly ambush them Sigmund relinquished his sword Condemned to a cruel death …Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
