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- Will perform my will?
- O woe of the gods!
- Horrible shame!
- Soul-sick am I
- Of seeing myself
In all I ever created.
The other whom I so long for,
That other I never find.
The free by themselves must be fashioned,
All that I fashion are slaves!
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| Brünnhilde
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- But the Wälsung, Siegmund,
- Works for himself.
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| Wotan
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- Wild I roamed
- In the woodland with him,
- Ever against the gods
- Goading him to rebel.
[Slowly and bitterly.
Now, when the gods seek vengeance,
Shield he has none but the sword
- Given to him
- By the grace of a god.
- Why did I try
- To trick myself vainly?
- How easily Fricka
- Found out the fraud!
- She read my inmost
- Heart to my shame.
I must bend my will to her wishes.
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| Brünnhilde
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Of victory wouldst Siegmund deprive?
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| Wotan
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I have handled Alberich’s ring,
Loth to let the gold go.
- The curse that I fled
- Is following me:
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