Treasure Of The Elder - How Balmung Was Achieved

Sifrit:

All the years went by, so glad to be home

As a lad I left, as a man I cease to roam

Sigmunt:

I see you safe and sound

My son! Henceforth you're a knight, now kneel down

Sifrit:

Fire and the blaze, from the dragonstone I come

I shall be the heir, I gain the name of knight

Raging years are lost, I'm in my prime, my youth has gone

Long for adventure, even if I die

Forests so dark and deep, places I've never been

You can see mist pounding in the trees

Forests of ancient myth, where wondrous creatures live

A castle ahead in the land of the dead

In the gleam of red torches burning

Dwarves and giants leaving the black mouth of the mount

With them comes to light, what has been forgotten

My eyes felt compelled to watch on and on

Shiny armour, blades with precious stones, silver vessels and

The chests with priceless dresses

Crystal dishes, bags filled with rings, bracelets, brooches

The shields with their decoration

Let me tell you the daring tale of

The treasure of the elder

I became king of the nibelung

Such an ease with balmung's help

An ease with balmung's help...

...Balmung, forged in chthonic fires and able to carve through steel and

Stone and dragon's scale, was pledged to sifrit. Even albrich, obscured

Through the cloak of invisibility, could not stop him. So the dwarf

Surrender and bowed to the recent king of the nibelung. To wormez

He rode with twelve valiants at his side...