The Rhinegold
Wotan |
Gleams fair in its glow.
Stately, tempting its lord.
And fear have gone to the winning!
Shelter it offers us. [Very firmly, as if ſtruck by a great thought.
So greet I my home, [He turns solemnly to Fricka.
In Valhall sojourn with me. |
Fricka |
I never seem to have heard it. |
Wotan |
That which, conquering fear,
Let that explain the word!
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Loge
Remaining in the foreground and looking after the Gods.
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They are hasting on to their end,
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