There at the end of the world stands a tree,
It holds the earth with its roots,
The heavens with its branches.
In its trunk there is a sword,
that brings victory carries within himself.
It was forbidden to pull it out.
While fleeing, the hero comes to the place,
Pulls the sword out of the trunk
And with it the Incurs the wrath of the man who watches over there.
Who challenges him to fight in the dark night.
Draw, draw your lot from this tribe,
Draw, move victoriously away from here.
/>The fire burns the soul clean,
It will be his fate.
The sword was burned in the fire,
It has recognized its master.
The keeper of the tree is angry the hero,
Through the magic of the sword, he leaves the field victorious,
He who took his treasure, this sword.
He has no idea that he also stole his wife's heart.
/>Draw, draw your lot from this tribe,
Draw, move victoriously away from here.
The hero winds himself in love,
To the woman in that place.
So be it It can't be that she holds him.
The escape drives him further away.
But she doesn't stay behind alone,
Fate gives and takes away.
A big one Hero sees the world: Siegfried becomes her child.