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- To the womb of the earth
- Downward then I went:
- By love’s sweet magic
- Vanquished the Wala,
Troubled her wisdom proud,
And compelled her tongue to speak.
Tidings by her I was told;
And with her I left a fair pledge:
The world’s wisest of women
Bore me, Brünnhilde, thee.
- With eight sisters
- Fostered wert thou,
- That ye Valkyries
- Might avert the doom
- Which the Wala’ s
- Dread words foretold:
The gods’ ignominious ending.
- That foes might find us
- Strong for the strife,
Heroes I got ye to gather.
- The beings who served us
- As slaves aforetime,
- The men whose courage
- Aforetime we curbed:
- Who through treacherous bonds
- And devious dealings
- Were bound to the gods
- In blindfold obedience——
- To kindle these men
- To strife was your duty,
- To drive them on
- To savage war,
That hosts of dauntless heroes
Might gather in Walhall’s hall.
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