| Wotan
His voice muffled again.
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- Another ill——
- Mark what I say——
Was by the Wala foretold!
- Through Alberich’s hosts
- Doom may befall us;
- A furious grudge
- Alberich bears me;
- But now that my heroes
- Make victory certain
I defy the hosts of the night.
- Only if he won
- The ring again from me,
Walhall were forfeit for ever.
- Used by him alone
- Who love forswore
- Could the runes of the ring
- Bring doom
- To the mighty gods,
- And shame without end.
- My heroes’ valour
- He would pervert,
- Would stir to strife
- The bold ones themselves,
- And with their strength
- Wage war upon me.
So, alarmed, I resolved
To wrest the ring from the foeman.
[In a low voice.
- I once paid Fafner,
- One of the giants,
- With gold accurst
- For work achieved.
Fafner guards now the hoard
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