| Alberich
Raiſing himself with furious laughter.
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- Am I now free,
- Free in truth?
- My freedom’s first
Greeting take, for it is thine!
As a curse gave me the ring,
My curse go with the ring!
- As its gold
Gave measureless might,
- May now its magic
Deal death evermore!
- No man shall gain
- Gladness therefrom;
- May ill-fortune befall him
- On whom it shines.
- Fretted by care
- Be he who shall hold it
- And he who doth not,
- By envy be gnawed!
- All shall covet
- And crave its wealth,
- Yet none shall it profit
- Or pay when won.
Those who guard it nothing shall gain,
Yet shall murder go where they go.
- The coward, death-doomed,
By fetters of fear shall be bound;
- His whole life long
He shall languish to death——
- The ring’s proud lord
- And its poorest slave——
- Till again I have
In my hand the gold I was robbed of.
- So blesses
- The Nibelung
The ring in bitter despair!
- Hold fast to it!
[Laughing.
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