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BRYNHILDR
The flames leap forth about thee as thine eyes
Close and thy soul is lost in slumbers deep.
Thee shall the fierce strange fires in safety keep,
For no chance traveller here an helpless prize.
For none whom fear hath touched thy beauty lies.
Who knows not fear alone these flames shall leap,
His voice alone shall break thy magic sleep,
His kiss alone shall bid thee awake and rise.
Close and thy soul is lost in slumbers deep.
Thee shall the fierce strange fires in safety keep,
For no chance traveller here an helpless prize.
For none whom fear hath touched thy beauty lies.
Who knows not fear alone these flames shall leap,
His voice alone shall break thy magic sleep,
His kiss alone shall bid thee awake and rise.
Valkyr art thou no longer, and no more
Deep draughts of wine shalt thou for Wotan pour;
No more among thy sisters shalt thou ride
Shouting thy war-song o'er strong warriors dead.
Here shalt thou sleep until, the time being sped,
Love's lips shall wake thee, O Siegfried's destined bride!
Deep draughts of wine shalt thou for Wotan pour;
No more among thy sisters shalt thou ride
Shouting thy war-song o'er strong warriors dead.
Here shalt thou sleep until, the time being sped,
Love's lips shall wake thee, O Siegfried's destined bride!
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