All language subtitles for Die Walküre.en

Whoever's hearth this is, I must rest here.

Who is this stranger? I must find out.

Who can he be, lying here by the fire?

He's exhausted and travel-worn.

Is he unconscious? Is he ill?

He is still breathing, his eyes closed in sleep.

Courage shows in his face.

But he's weary now.

Water!

Yes, right away.

This should refresh you.

Water, just as you asked.

The water was refreshing.

Every care seems lighter now.

My courage has returned.

And my eyes delight in what they see.

Who has restored my strength?

This house and this woman belong to Hunding.

Let him welcome his guest. Stay until he returns.

I'm unarmed and wounded, a threat to no one.

Let me see your wounds!

They are just scratches, hardly more.
My limbs are still sound.

If my weapons had been as strong,
I wouldn't have fled my foes.

I was attacked from every side.

Now my fatigue has gone, faster than I fled.

Night had closed my eyes...

...but now the sun smiles upon me again.

This mead will give you strength.

Surely you won't refuse it.

Will you not take some first?

You have helped an unlucky man.

May you be spared his fate!

I've rested now, so I'll be on my way.

Are you being pursued?

Misfortune trails me wherever I flee.

Misfortune threatens wherever I linger.

To keep it far from you, I must be on my way.

No, stay here!

Misfortune cannot be brought
where misfortune already lives.

Wehwalt is my name.

Hunding will find me waiting.

I found this man lying here exhausted,
beset by hardship.

You've made him welcome?

I treated him as a guest.

Do you chide her for being kind to me?

Sacred is my hearth.
May it be as sacred to you.

Bring us men our meal.

They resemble each other.

They have the same eyes.
They gleam like a serpent's.

You came a long way on foot.

What difficult path led you here?

Danger and the storm drove me on,
but by what path I can't say.

Nor do I know where I am now.
Perhaps you'll tell me.

This house where you took refuge
Hunding calls his home.

To the west live my wealthy kinsmen.

They uphold my honor.

And you would honor me, guest,
by telling me your name.

If you mistrust me, tell her.

She seems eager to know your name.

Yes, I'd gladly know it.

No one would call me Friedmund,
for "peaceful" I've never been.

Call me Wehwalt for all I've known is "sorrow."

Wolfe was my father. And I had a sister, my twin.

While a child, I lost my sister. I lost my mother, too.

Wolfe was strong and valiant, and he had many foes.

One day, after hunting, we found our home destroyed.

It had been burned to the ground.

Amid the ashes, my mother lay dead.

No trace of my sister remained.

Our foes, the Neidings, had dealt this blow.

Father and I took to the woods and lived as outlaws.

When our foes attacked, we fought back like wolves.

I tell you this as Wolfe's son.

And many know me as "Wolfcub."

These tales you tell are full of wild adventure.

I have heard of this warlike pair,
not knowing who they were.

But what became of your father?

The Neidings attacked us again.

We slaughtered many, or put them to flight.

I was parted from my father. I looked for him in vain.

I found only a wolf-skin deep in the woods.

I never saw him again.

And so I left the forest to live
among men and women.

And yet, seeking friendship or love...

...I always felt like an outcast.

Still unlucky, I fought with others
about what was right and wrong.

I stirred up resentment wherever I went...

...and seeking pleasure brought only grief.

So I took the name of Wehwalt...

...for grief is all I know.

To a man as ill-starred as you,
fate has not been kind.

No one welcomes a guest as unlucky as that.

Only cowards would fear an unarmed man.

But how did you lose your weapons?

A young girl was being forced
into a loveless marriage.

I took her side against her kin, and challenged them.

I had to kill her brothers.

She cradled them in her arms. Anger turned to grief...

...and with bitter tears she mourned her brothers.

The dead men's kin attacked with ferocious force.

She would not leave.

I did my best to protect her...

...until my shield was hacked out of my hand.

I was left, wounded, without weapons...

...watching the girl die.

The furious horde pursued me.

I left the girl to join her brothers in death.

You asked me, and now you know...

...why I could never be called Friedmund.

I know a barbarous race
who scorn what others revere...

...and are hated by one and all.

Today I was called to avenge
some murdered kinsmen.

I came too late, but now I return...

...to find their killer in my own house.

My roof shelters you for tonight,
since I welcomed you as a guest.

But arm yourself by tomorrow.

When you must fight me
and pay for my kinsmen's death.

Leave the room!

Prepare my evening drink.
Then await me inside.

With weapons men feel secure.

So, Wolfcub, we meet tomorrow.

Heed what I said. Arm yourself well.

My father said I'd find a sword
in my hour of greatest need.

Unarmed, I came to my foe's house.

I am held hostage to his rage.

A lovely woman welcomed me here.

Both fear and rapture seized my heart.

The woman for whom I yearn,
whose sweet magic has wounded me...

...is kept enslaved by a man
who mocks his unarmed foe.

W�lse!

Where is your sword, the mighty sword I need?

Shall it burst forth from the fury in my heart?

What's shining there in the trunk of the tree?

It gleams in the darkness, as if laughing at me.

How its wondrous glow inflames my heart!

Does the gaze of that radiant woman cling there still?

Night's darkness had veiled my eyes...

...but her glance renewed the light.

Like a blessing it fell on me,
and then sank like the setting sun.

Yet, as the sun disappeared, the glow remained...

...and cast a gleam upon the ancient tree.

That gleam is faint now.
The light grows dim.

Gathering darkness closes upon me.

Deep within me even now,
a fire burns unseen.

Are you asleep?

What is it?

Listen to me.

Hunding is asleep.
I gave him a sleeping draft.

You are safe for the night.

Saved by your presence!

Let me show you a weapon.

If only it were yours,
I could hail you the boldest of heroes...

...the one for whom it was meant!

Listen well to what I tell you.

My husband's kinsmen came here
to celebrate his wedding.

I was his unwilling bride,
taken by force from my home.

As I sat among them in sadness,
a stranger entered the room...

...an old man dressed in gray.

He wore a hat so low
it completely hid one eye.

But the look in his other eye
struck fear among the men.

I alone saw in his glances
sweet, yearning regret.

There I saw sorrow and solace combined.

Smiling at me, but glaring at them,
he raised a sword high...

...and thrust it into the ash tree,
burying it up to the hilt.

Whoever drew that sword from the tree
would have it for his own.

All the men struggled to do it.

Many heroes took the challenge,
hoping to win the prize...

...but each one failed.

The sword is there, even now.

I understood then who the old man was...

...and I knew for whom he had left the sword.

If only that friend were here now
to comfort my distress!

My grief and shame, all I endured,
would be avenged at last.

Then would I win back all
I have lost and mourned...

...if only that beloved friend were here.
Here in my arms!

Radiant bride, that friend is here
to claim you and the sword.

In my heart burns an oath
that marries me to you.

In you I find all I longed for.

You were dishonored, and I lived in woe...

...but joyful revenge shall be ours.

And so I laugh with holy delight...

...holding you close to me,
hearing your beating heart.

Who went out?

No one...yet someone came in.

Spring has arrived, smiling at us.

Winter's storms give way
to the springtime moon.

Borne aloft on gentle breezes,
see the wonder-working season come.

Across forest and meadow,
spring pursues his joyous path.

We hear him in the songs of birds,
floating on the scented air...

...and nourished by his fiery blood,
timid flowers burst into bloom.

He gently drives all storms away...

...throwing open the doors
that kept us apart from him.

He hears his sister calling his name...

...love calling spring to her side.

Deep within us, love lay hidden,
but now she rejoices in the light.

A bride who is sister is freed by her brother!

Joyfully they greet each other...

...as love is united with spring.

You are the spring I vainly longed for
in winter's cold and gloom.

My heart greeted you in awe
when your gaze first fell upon me.

The world had seemed a friendless,
foreign place till then.

All I'd ever known seemed unreal.

But I knew you at once,
and knew that you were mine.

What lay hidden inside me was suddenly clear.

Who I am, what I long for,
all this I understood.

Here in my loneliness,
I found my loving friend at last.

Most blessed of women!

Let me hold you, hold you close...

...and see the noble light shining in your eyes.

Let me gaze upon the features
that charm my every sense.

The springtime moon sets you aglow...

...gently playing on your hair.

Now I see what so bewitched me.

In rapture, I gaze upon you.

Your noble brow is broad and clear.

I tremble, overcome with joy.

And yet, how strange it seems!

Although I first saw you today,
our eyes have met before.

And once, in a dream of love,
I gazed on you with longing.

I once saw my face in a stream.

Now I've seen it again...

...just as I saw it then, but reflected in yours.

Yours is the face I kept deep in my heart.

Let me listen to your voice.

I feel sure I've heard it before, as a child.

But no! It happened here...

...when I heard my own cry
echo through the woods.

And now I delight in that same sweet sound!

I had already seen the glow of your eyes...

...in the comforting look the old man gave me.

Then I knew I was his child,
and I nearly cried out his name.

Is Wehwalt truly your name?

No more.

For since you love me,
I cannot be named for sorrow.

Shall I call you by some other name?

Give me a name. I'll take it for my own.

Your father was called Wolfe?

Yes, by his foes!
His glance was as proud as yours.

His real name was W�lse.

You are W�lse's son...a W�lsung!

He left the sword for you!

Siegmund!

That is your name!

I am Siegmund, truly!
The sword is proof of that.

W�lse swore I'd find it in my hour of need.

Now I shall seize it.

Highest love and deepest need,
need echoing with desire...

...urging me to challenge death.

Nothung! Nothung!
I name you that, sword.

Nothung! Nothung!
Sword born of my need!

Show me the sharpness of your blade.
Come from your scabbard to me!

I am Siegmund the W�lsung.

This sword is my gift to my bride.

From our enemy's house I will take you away.

Follow me far from this place,
into springtime's joyous domain...

...and Nothung will keep you from harm
if Siegmund should die of love.

You are Siegmund!

I am Sieglinde!

Take your sister as your bride!

Bride and sister, be both to your brother!

Through us will the W�lsungs live on!

Go bridle your horse, my warrior child!

Br�nnhilde, ride to the fight.
Be sure Siegmund prevails.

Let Hunding lie where he falls.

Valhalla has no need of him.

Now off to the fray!

Hojotoho! Heiaha!

Be careful, Father.
A storm is about to break.

Fricka's chariot comes.
It hurtles up the rocky path.

The angry goddess is on her way,
intent on a quarrel.

Since I prefer watching men make war...

...I will let you weather this storm alone.

Again this storm and strife!

Still, I must stand firm.

So it's here that you hide to avoid your wife...

...when she seeks your promise of assistance.

Speak freely, Fricka. What troubles you?

I have heard Hunding's prayer,
a husband's cry for revenge.

Made to me, as guardian of marriage.

And I vowed to punish the guilty pair
who boldly committed this crime.

What crime did they commit?

They yielded to the call of spring.

Love's magic bewitched them,
and who can resist its might?

How slyly you pretend not to understand...

...that my cause for complaint
is their scorn for holy marriage.

I consider no marriage holy if it is loveless.

Don't ask me to intervene where you may not.

If you persist in the matter,
prepare to battle with me.

Having condoned adultery,
you should dare even more...

...and bless incestuous love as well.

I am shocked and outraged!
Passion uniting a sister and brother!

When has this ever happened,
the mating of siblings?

Now, as you've observed.

Things can suddenly happen
that have never happened before.

Clearly they love each other,
so heed my advice.

Give them your blessing.
Let their happiness be your reward.

Smile upon the union of Siegmund and Sieglinde.

The glory of the gods ended
when you sired those W�lsungs!

I say it plainly. Isn't it so?

The race of gods is forsaken!

How easily you have discarded
all we deem sacred, all you upheld!

You indulge the love of this sinful pair...

...the fruit of your own adulterous love!

But why speak of marriage vows?

You always betray your loyal wife,
as you wander far and wide...

...pursuing every pleasure,
ignoring my wounded heart.

Saddened, I've watched you ride away
with your Valkyrie daughters...

...whom you fathered out of sinful love.

Still, you taught them to respect me...

...and even your darling Br�nnhilde
gives me the honor I'm due.

But now, as "W�lse,"
you prowl about like a wolf...

...having abased yourself
by siring those mortal twins...

...borne by that she-wolf
with whom you shamed your wife!

So finish your work!

You betrayed me.

Now destroy me!

You've never learned to anticipate
events before they take place.

Convention is all you care about...

...but I always seek what is to come.

Listen this once!

We need a hero unaided by the gods,
who is free of the laws that bind us.

Only he can save the gods...

...by doing what a god is forbidden to do.

Such grand thoughts!
Nonsense, meant to confuse me!

What can he do that you cannot
if his power comes from you?

So even men's bravery rouses your scorn?

Who taught them to be brave?
Who lighted their way?

You give them strength.
You encourage and praise them.

You're trying to deceive me with fresh evasions.

This W�lsung is as weak as the rest.
Everything he does is through you.

He grew up alone and oppressed.

He never had my protection.

Then give him none today!

Take away the sword!

The sword?

Yes, the sword. The magical sword!

A god's gift to his son!

Siegmund won it himself in his hour of need.

You created the need and the sword.

Did you imagine you could deceive me?

You left it in the tree,
having told him he'd find it.

Do you deny you led him to it?

No goddess stoops to fight mortals.

To punish them is sufficient.

I can fight you as an equal.

But Siegmund will die as my slave!

Must your immortal wife yield
to the mortal you control?

Shall I be mocked and abused
by this lowly human?

My husband cannot wish that.

He would not profane a goddess so.

What is your wish, then?

Give up the W�lsung!

He'll go his own way.

And get no help from you?

No, no help from me.

Face me and say it. No more deceit!

The Valkyrie, too, must not help.

The Valkyrie acts on her own.

Not so! She merely does your will.
Forbid her to help him win.

I cannot destroy him!
He found the sword!

Then undo its magic. Make it shatter.

Let him fight unarmed.

Here comes your valiant child.

I told her to take Siegmund's side.

Let her protect the honor of your immortal wife.

Derided by men, bereft of our might,
surely we gods are doomed...

...unless your Valkyrie child upholds my rights today.

The W�lsung must die for my honor!

Will Wotan give me that oath?

You have my oath.

Your father is waiting.

Let him give you his decree.

Fricka must have won the fight.
Wotan is brooding.

Father, what is it you must tell me?

You seem sad and discouraged.

I am caught in a trap of my own making.

I, the least free of all beings.

What gnaws at your heart?

What disgrace!

What shameful sorrow!

The gods are doomed!

Infinite rage! Grief without end!

There's no one as wretched as I am!

Father, tell me what's wrong.
You're frightening me.

Confide in me...
your loyal Br�nnhilde begs you.

If I speak my thoughts aloud,
do I weaken my will?

But you are speaking to your will.

Who am I, if not your will?

Words never spoken to another...

...remain unspoken forever.

Thinking aloud, I confide in you.

As I tired of young love's joy,
I coveted power instead...

...and driven on by rash desire,
I made the world my own.

Heedless of the harm I did,
I made evil bargains.

Crafty Loge urged me on, then went his way.

But, despite the power I had, I still longed for love.

The Nibelung Alberich left his realm of night...

...and cursing love, won for himself
the Rhinegold's limitless power.

Cheating him of the ring he made,
I did not return it to the Rhine...

...but used it to pay for Valhalla...

...the castle the giants built for me,
from which I rule the world.

The all-knowing Erda had warned me
the ring would doom the gods.

When I questioned her, she vanished in silence.

Driven by doubts,
I trailed her into the earth's dark womb...

...using love's magic to win from her
all the knowledge she possessed.

She asked one thing in return.

The wisest of women bore me a child...

...you, Br�nnhilde.

You and your Valkyrie sisters defend the gods...

...we who still hope to escape
the downfall Erda foretold.

I bade you to find me heroes,
men who would swear to serve us...

...men we had lured into false treaties.

You urge them on in battle, inspiring their resolve...

...then choose the bravest to bolster Valhalla's might.

In that hall, heroes assemble,
many brought there by me.

So why are you troubled, since we are secure?

There's more to tell.

Listen to Erda's warning.

Alberich means to destroy us,
driven by envy and rage.

My army keeps us safe against his dark battalions.

But if he regains the ring, we would be doomed.

Only he can work the ring's magic.

He could corrupt my heroes with the lure of gold.

Fearing that, I sought a way
to keep the ring from him.

Fafner, a giant I paid with the gold,
killed his brother to keep it all.

I must get the ring back from him.

But I cannot take back what I gave him as payment.

All of my power is based on my treaties.

Obliged to honor every treaty
as the protector of laws...

...I am bound by those laws myself.

One man alone can act in my place...

...a hero I have never helped.

Free of the gods and their will,
he would act as he must...on his own.

Only he can work my will,
doing that which I may not do.

But where is this rebel who would do battle for me...

...this free spirit who, defying me, does my will?

How could I create this other
who freely acts as I wish?

A grievous trial! A disgrace!

To my disgust, I find only myself
in everything I have ever created!

I cannot find this other I seek.

A free man creates himself.

Those I create are slaves.

But what of Siegmund? Is he not free?

He grew up at my side.

I taught him to defy the gods.

Now his only defense from them...

...is the sword a god gave him.

How I deceived myself!

Fricka easily saw the truth.

To my deep shame, she saw through me.

I must bow to her will.

And take Siegmund's victory away?

I wore Alberich's ring, greedily grasping the gold.

I fled from his curse, but I have not escaped it.

The son I love I must now abandon...

...killing the one I most cherish...

...basely betraying his trust.

Away with splendor and pomp!

The gods are disgraced!

Let all I accomplished crumble.

Now I want only one thing.

The end....

The end!

And Alberich works toward that end.

Now I understand Erda's mysterious warning.

"When love's dark foe begets a son,
the end of the gods is near."

Alberich has fathered a son,
bribing a mortal woman with gold.

Now she carries within her
the seed of his envy and hate.

The loveless gnome has worked this wonder...

...while I, who wooed with love,
cannot father a son who is free.

So I give my blessing to the Nibelung child!

I bequeath to him what I loathe most....

The hollow glory of the gods!

Gnaw on it in envy and spite!

What must your daughter do?

Do battle for Fricka, guarding her marriage laws.

I must bow to her will. What use is mine?

If I cannot beget a free man,
you must fight for Fricka's pawn.

Don't say that! You love Siegmund.

I know you want me to save him.

Let Siegmund perish.
Let Hunding win the fight.

Arm yourself well. Be strong!

Take all your courage to the field.

Siegmund has a mighty sword.

He will not die a coward's death.

You taught me to love him.
You cherish his valor.

If you say to kill him, then I'll refuse!

Do you dare to defy me?

You, the blind slave of my will?

Am I to be scorned by creatures of my own making?

Your courage would fail before my anger.

My fury could destroy the world,
the world I once cherished.

Woe to all it strikes!

Take care not to provoke me.

Let Siegmund perish!
Make that the Valkyrie's task!

Never have I seen my father so enraged.

How heavy my weapons feel!

When I fought before, they felt so light.

This hateful fight makes me dread my task.

My poor W�lsung!

In deepest woe,
your one ally is forced to desert you!

Stay here! Rest awhile.

Farther! Farther!

No farther now!

Stay here, sweetest wife!

You suddenly fled from my embrace,
faster than I could follow...

...through the woods and fields,
not speaking, ignoring my call.

Rest now. Speak to me.

Break your dreadful silence.

Your brother keeps you from harm.

Siegmund is by your side.

You must flee from me!

I am cursed, disgraced, dishonored.

Leave me for dead...

...and let the wind disperse my worthless remains!

In your tender embrace I awakened to bliss.

I woke to the joy of your love.

There I found ecstasy.

Love's magic overcame me.

But horror followed as I recalled my past shame.

How could I have yielded to a man I never loved?

Let me be damned, or let me flee...

...a shameful outcast, forever disgraced.

I have betrayed your blameless love.

I have disgraced my brother,
he who gave his love to me.

That man who wronged you
will pay with his life.

Let Hunding come here. I will destroy him.

Nothung will pierce his heart,
avenging you at last!

Do you hear those horns? They rage around us.

Hunding has awakened from heavy sleep...

...rallying his kinsmen,
unleashing his savage hounds.

They seek his revenge on a faithless wife.

Where are you, Siegmund? Are you here?

Beloved, radiant brother!

Let your eyes shine on me again.

Don't shun your outcast wife.

Listen! That's Hunding's horn!

His kinsmen are coming!

No sword can protect us! Throw it away!

Siegmund, where are you?

There! I can see you! What a terrible sight!

Dogs are baring their fangs, tearing at your flesh.

You fall! The sword shatters!

The ash tree topples, the trunk is split.

Brother! My brother!

Sister! Beloved!

Siegmund! Look at me.

Soon you must follow me.

Say who you are.

You seem so lovely, yet stern.

Only the doomed can see me.

Whoever meets my glance will die.

I appear to those who will fall in battle...

...those I choose to lead away.

And if I follow you, where will you lead me?

To Wotan, who has chosen you himself.

To Valhalla, where he awaits.

Will I find only Wotan there?

His chosen heroes dwell there, too.
They will greet you as their own.

Will I find my father, W�lse, there?

Your father awaits you there.

And will a woman greet me there?

Fair maidens will serve you.

Wotan's daughters will fill your cup.

Now, in awe, I recognize you
as Wotan's glorious child.

But tell me one thing, fair goddess.

May a brother and sister go there together?

Will Siegmund embrace Sieglinde there?

She must still breathe earthly air.

You will not see her there.

Then greet Valhalla for me.

And greet Wotan.

Greet W�lse and all the heroes.

Greet Wotan's daughters.

I will not follow you there.

You met the Valkyrie's fatal glance.

You must follow her now.

Wherever Sieglinde lives,
Siegmund must live there, too.

Because I do not fear your glance,
you cannot force me to go.

Nothing can force you while you live.

But death will force you, foolish man.

I come as herald of your death.

And who will come to take my life?

Hunding, during your fight.

You cannot frighten me with Hunding!

Make him your prey instead...

...for I will strike him down.

Listen, W�lsung! Heed me well.

Fate chose you to die.

Do you know this sword?
He who gave it to me said I would win.

He who gave you that sword
now decrees your death.

Be still! Do not wake her!

Alas, sweetest wife!

So sad and so devoted!

Strife rages all around you.

You trusted me alone, defying the world...

...but even my sword cannot save you.

Shame to him
who left the sword and willed my defeat!

If I must die, I'll shun Valhalla.

Let hell claim me instead!

Do you think so little of eternal bliss?

Can that sad, sleeping woman
mean so much to you?

Do you prize nothing else?

You seem young and fair,
but I know your heart is cold.

If all you can do is mock me, go!

Or stay, and gloat at my grief.

Delight in my pain, but say no more
of Valhalla's empty joys!

I see the pain consuming you.
I watch as a hero grieves.

Siegmund, entrust her to me.
I'll keep her from harm.

I alone will touch this woman.

If I must die, I'll kill her first.

W�lsung! Reckless man!
Heed what I say!

Entrust her to me,
for the sake of your unborn child!

I was given this sword by a traitor's hand.

If it's useless against my foe,
let it kill those I love.

Two lives lie before you, Nothung.

Take both of them at once!

Stop, W�lsung!

Hear what I say.

Sieglinde will live
with Siegmund still at her side!

It is decided!

I'll change the battle's outcome,
giving the victory to you!

Prepare for the fight!

Your sword will not fail you.

The Valkyrie shields you now.

Farewell, Siegmund!

We'll meet again amid the battle!

Sleep, like a magic spell,
has eased my beloved's grief.

Did the Valkyrie
bring her this blissful comfort?

Otherwise, the horrors of war
would fill her with fear.

She seems lifeless, yet she stirs.

Soothed by a happy dream.

Sleep on till the fight is done.

Then wake again to joy.

I hear my foe. Woe to him!

I'll pay him back for what he's done!

Nothung will settle that debt!

I wish my father were here.

He's still hunting with my brother.

Mother! I'm so afraid.

These strangers look unfriendly.

Smoke is rising, dense and dark!

Flames blaze around us!

The house is on fire! Help, brother!

Siegmund!

Wehwalt! Face me and fight!
Or must my hounds pursue you?

Show yourself, so I may kill you!

Hunding! Siegmund! Where are they?

Come, seducer! Let Fricka strike you down!

You think I'm still unarmed?

Come fight your own fight,
without Fricka's help!

I drew my sword from the tree.

Now you will feel its edge!

Stop, you madmen! Kill me first!

Strike him, Siegmund! Trust your sword!

Shatter, sword!

Come, I still can save you!

Go on, slave!

Go and kneel before Fricka.

Tell her that Wotan's spear
has now avenged her shame.

Go....

But Br�nnhilde! She'll regret her treachery...

...and pay dearly for it when I overtake her!

Hojotoho! Heiaha!

Helmwige! Here!

Ride here!

Leave your horse near mine.
Let them graze together.

Which man did your horse carry?

Sintolt the hero.

Avoid Ortlinde's mare.
She's carrying Sintolt's foe.

Sintolt and Wittig have always been enemies.

Look! Your stallion is attacking my mare.

They are fighting dead heroes' battles!

Be still, Brauner! Don't cause trouble!

Siegrune, where were you?

There was work to be done!

Is everyone here?

Grimgerde and Rossweisse!

They ride as a pair.

Well met, you travelers!

Let your horses graze there.

But keep them apart.
Wait till our heroes make peace.

My horse is settling dead men's feuds.

Be welcome!

Did you hunt together?

We met on the way.

Is everyone here now?

Let's carry our dead heroes to Valhalla.

Someone's still missing.

Br�nnhilde is bringing the W�lsung.

Wotan would be angry
if we came back without her.

I see Br�nnhilde racing here.

She's riding toward the woods.

Her horse falters.

I never saw a Valkyrie ride so fast!

Who's on her saddle?

She's bringing a woman!

How could that be?

She shouts no greeting.

Br�nnhilde, can't you hear us?

We should help her!

Her horse descends to earth.

She bears the woman on her saddle.

Sister, what happened?

Protect me! I need your help.

Why do you ride in such haste?

For the first time, I flee.
Wotan pursues me!

But why do you flee him?

Sisters, look to the north.
Do you see Wotan coming?

Quick! Do you see him?

A storm is nearing.

Menacing clouds are looming.

Father is riding his sacred horse.

Wotan has tracked me down.

Help me, sisters! Help save this woman!

What ails the woman?

Hear me! She's Sieglinde,
Siegmund's sister and bride.

Wotan ordered Siegmund's death.

But I protected him in battle.

When Wotan struck him down,
I escaped with her.

Now I need you to save us
from his vengeful rage.

Foolish sister! What have you done?

You dared to disobey Wotan's command?

A dark storm approaches from the north.

It's moving closer.

Father's horse is neighing wildly!
Snorting fearfully, it storms this way!

This woman is doomed if Wotan finds her.

Who will give me a horse so she can escape?

You want us to join you in your defiance?

Sister, give me your horse.

But he'd never flee from Wotan.

Helmwige, help me!

I don't dare!

Sisters, please! Give me a horse!

Will none of you help me?

Be as loyal to me as I am to you!

Save this poor woman's life!

Do not trouble yourself for me.

All I long for is death.

Why did you carry me off?

I could have died at his side.

The weapon that took his life
could have united us.

Now I am far from my Siegmund!

Let death erase the memory!

Don't make me curse you for saving my life.

Plunge your spear into my heart!

No, live, as love commands you!

Rescue the son it created,
the W�lsung child in your womb!

Then help me!

Save my child!

Protect me, all of you!

The storm moves nearer.

Flee if you fear it.

Let her go! We dare not protect her.

Save me! Rescue a mother!

You should flee by yourself.
I alone will brave Wotan's anger.

I can keep him here while you escape his rage.

But where can I go?

Who knows what lies to the east?

Toward the east are the woods
where Fafner took the Nibelung gold.

There he lives, transformed into a dragon,
guarding Alberich's ring.

It's no place for a helpless woman!

Sieglinde would be safe in that wood.
Wotan never goes there.

But now he comes in fury.

Br�nnhilde, listen!

Go then, quickly! Go to the east!

Endure your suffering with courage.

Laugh, even if grief, hunger,
or pain tears at you.

And keep one thought before you always.

You bear within you a hero,
the noblest hero of all.

Keep these fragments of
Siegmund's sword for your son.

One day he will forge it anew,
the hero I shall now name.

Siegfried! May he be victorious!

O greatest of wonders!

Noblest woman of all!

Your words have eased my grief.

I shall save this child for the sake
of beloved Siegmund.

May my gratitude be your reward one day.

Farewell.
In her grief, Sieglinde blesses you.

Stay, Br�nnhilde!

He'll be here any moment! Poor Br�nnhilde!

Sisters, help! My courage fails!
Shield me, or I am destroyed.

Don't let him see you. Don't answer him.

Wotan guides his horse to earth.

Raging, he approaches.

Where is Br�nnhilde, that defiant one?

Do you dare to hide her from me?

How dreadful your rage is!

What have we done to provoke you?

How dare you defy me?

I know she's in your midst.

Stay far from her! She is now an outcast.

She came to us, seeking protection.

Calm yourself, Father! Have mercy!

Whimpering, cowardly girls!
Is this the courage I taught you?

I brought you up to be bold in battle...

...so why weep and wail when I punish a traitor?

I'll tell you what crime she committed.

She alone knew my innermost thoughts.

She alone knew my true will.

She herself carried out my most fervent wishes.

Now she has broken our sacred bond.

Disobeying my command, she opposed me
with the spear I myself put in her hands.

Do you hear me, Br�nnhilde...

...you who owe me all you possess?

You hear my accusation,
yet you shrink from punishment.

Do you still hope to escape?

Here I am, Father.

Pronounce my sentence.

That task is not mine.
You have sentenced yourself.

You live by my will alone,
yet you defied my will.

I gave you my command,
but you chose to ignore it.

You knew my every wish,
but followed your own desire.

You bore my shield,
yet you raised your shield against me.

You were charged with their fate,
yet you chose to change it.

You roused heroes to my side,
yet you turned a hero against me.

Wotan has told you what you once were to him...

...but tell yourself what you have now become.

Having defied my will...

...you are Valkyrie no longer.

From now on, you are what you have chosen to be!

Do you cast me aside?

Never again shall I send you forth from Valhalla.

Never again shall I send you to bring
heroes from the battlefield.

No more shall you fill my cup
at the banquet of the gods.

Nevermore shall I kiss the lips of my child.

You are cast out from the immortal family of the gods.

Our bond is broken.

I shall never gaze upon you again.

How terrible! Oh, sister! Sister!

Would you take away all you gave me?

Another will do that!

I shall leave you on this mountain,
asleep and helpless.

And any man who finds you
and wakes you shall be your master.

Father, take back your curse!

Hear our plea!

Spare her this shame!

Must she wither and die for a man? Spare her!

If she is enslaved by a mortal,
it will disgrace us all.

You've heard my decree.

She is banished as a traitor.

No more will she ride with you.

Her youthful beauty will fade away.

A husband will own her, body and soul,
and he will be her master.

She'll sit by the hearth and spin,
derided by one and all.

Does her fate terrify you?

Then flee from the outcast.

Do not stay with her or defend her...

...for any fool who does will share her fate.

Now ride away, far from this mountain...

...and never return here,
lest such misfortune be yours!

Was my crime so shameful...

...that you must condemn me to everlasting shame?

Was my defiance so great a sin...

...that I must be doomed to utter disgrace?

Was my offense so dishonorable...

...that I must be robbed of my honor forever?

Speak, Father! Look into my eyes.

Calm your wrath.

Hold back your rage,
and explain how my sin...

...has driven you to disown your favorite child.

Think of what you did.
Your guilt is plain enough.

Yet I obeyed your command.

Did I say to defend the W�lsung?

You did, as god of war.

But I withdrew that command.

But Fricka made you do that.
She turned you against yourself.

Even still, I warned you not to disobey.

But you believed I was foolish and weak.

Betrayal must be punished,
or I wouldn't waste my anger on you.

Although I am not wise,
I knew you loved the W�lsung.

I knew your quarrel with Fricka
forced you to abandon that love.

I knew it tore at your heart to
leave Siegmund unprotected.

Yet you dared to protect him yourself?

I saw your love for him,
even when you turned your back on him.

I, who guard your back in battle,
saw what you could not see.

I had to confront Siegmund.

I told him he would die.

I saw his deep distress,
I saw him torn by love.

I saw his terrible grief.

In defiance, he vowed never to abandon his love.

He was proud, even in despair.
My very soul trembled in awe.

I stood before him, ashamed.

And knew I must help him.

I would share his fate,
whether in victory or in death.

You had planted this love in my heart.

Your will had bound me to the W�lsung.

Therefore, I was true to you.

And I defied your command.

And so you did what I longed to do...

...a wish denied me by fate.

You thought such a wish is easily granted.

Yet, in grief and rage, I denied my heart,
out of love for the world.

I turned against myself, raging and helpless...

...driven to destroy what I had created...

...so that I could put an end to my anguish.

Meanwhile, you were enraptured...

...yielding to blissful ecstasy.

You laughed as you drank from the cup of love...

...while I tasted its bitter gall in my godly grief.

So let the careless choice you made guide you.

You have broken with me, and I must shun you.

As long as life lasts, this god will never see you again.

I was stunned by your command.

I did not understand it.

I was guided by one command alone:

To love the one you loved.

Must I part from you forever?

Must you break ties with me...

...losing half of your own being,
that which was yours alone?

O god, do not forget!

Do not disgrace what will always be a part of you.

You will shame yourself as well, if I am ridiculed.

You gladly followed love's call...

...now follow the husband who will conquer you.

Must I leave Valhalla,
and be subject to a mortal's will?

Let him not be a weak coward,
someone unworthy of me.

You have cut all ties with me.
I cannot choose for you.

You fathered a noble race.

It can never bring forth a coward.

The greatest of heroes will be born to the W�lsungs.

Do not speak of the W�lsungs!

Envy has destroyed them.

By tearing myself from you I have saved them!

Sieglinde carries the W�lsungs' heir
in pain and grief.

What she now hides in fear,
she will bring forth.

Don't seek my protection for her or her child.

She is guarding Siegmund's sword.

A sword whose power I destroyed!

Do not attempt to sway my will.

Accept the fate that is yours.

I cannot choose it for you.

Now I must go, leaving behind
the one who chose to leave me.

I can no longer heed your wishes.

I have no choice but to punish you.

How am I to be punished?

I shall lock you in a deep sleep.

And the man who wakes you...

...shall win you as his wife.

Then I will be helpless, prey to any coward!

Grant me one thing, I beg you!

Protect me as I sleep.
Surround me with terrors...

...so that only the bravest hero
will reach me on this rock.

You ask too great a favor!

I beg you to grant me this wish alone...

...or else take up your spear and slay your child...

...rather than leave her doomed to such disgrace.

Command a fire to blaze around me!

Let leaping flames encircle this rock.

Let the fire devour any coward
who dares to draw near!

Farewell, my valiant, glorious child...

...you who were once my pride and joy.

Farewell!

Now I must leave you, and never see you again.

Never again will you ride with me,
or fill my cup at table.

Now I must lose this child I adore,
the radiant delight of my eyes.

But you will have a bridal fire
as has never blazed before.

Menacing flames will encircle this place...

...and frighten all cowards
away from Br�nnhilde's rock.

One man alone shall free this bride...

...one freer than I, the god.

How often have I kissed these radiant eyes of yours.

How often did my kiss reward you for your courage.

And how often did these eyes
shine on me in the storm...

...when I longed for earthly happiness,
for an end to my anguish.

For one last time, give me that joy...

...as I kiss your eyes in farewell.

May they shine one day on some happy man...

...but never again on this unhappy god.

And so this god must leave you now.

With this kiss, he makes you mortal.

Loge, hear me!

I first found you as a fiery glow,
and then you vanished.

Now I raise you up again!

Arise, flickering flame!

Encircle this rock with fire!

Loge! Loge, appear!

Whoever fears the point of my spear...

...shall never pass through this fire.