Lyrics:

Ridden through the flame The ring be his bane The oathkeeper's brother bid The ringkeeper slain Fire-raisers hand The grief and the rage The ill-fated will had won The ill-fated wage Fish of the wild-wood Worm smooth crawling With wolf-meat mingled They minced for him Then in the beaker In the wine his mouth knew They set it, still doing More deeds of wizards The fate has overcome maimed and outrun The brave breed of the noble son's Vile unjust done [Brynhild:] 'Long shall ye have land and men of war Thou who now has slain Sigurds death done' Now he has fallen The son of Gods triumphant Norns have their judgement Death knell toll We are the children of the wolf Fall to your sleep Thy court of mailcoat's gem Swift peace reap The shriek of a raven Cut through the air 'False oath be thy bane'