Völsung Lyrics

Much wealth won in war
gat Rerir to himself,
and wedded a wife withal,
such as he deemed meet for him,
and long they lived together,
but had no child
to take the heritage after them;
and ill-content they both were with that,
and prayed the Gods with heart and soul
that they might get them a child.”

The goddess Frigga granted an heir
And sent Gna with an enchanted apple
in the guise of a crow to Rerir,
In due time, Völsung was born

“Years passed and his parents deceased
Yet Völsung grew into a strong man
A bold and exemplary leader he was
Many brave warriors
he gathered around him”

Under the imposing oak tree
In the middle of his hall
Völsung and his army drank
To countless battles to come

Ten sons were born to Völsung
One fair daughter, Signy, as well
Many suitors asked for her hand
As did Siggeir, king of the Goths.