The Curse of the Nibelung

Born from the Rhine where the ancient waters flow
A prince of the mist with a fire in his soul
He struck down the beast, dragon's blood on his skin
A legendary blessing, let the saga begin!
But a leaf fell so silent, a mark on his back
The only soft shadow in a world painted black!

From the ruins of Rome to the Germanian plains
The iron of Nibelung still runs through his veins
He brought home the gold and a crown made of lies
Not knowing the darkness behind jealous eyes!
The treasure is heavy, the curse has been cast
A hero of old, but his breath is his last!

The horns of the forest are calling his name!
A story of glory, a story of shame!
Close your eyes, feel the iron go cold!

Siegfried! Son of the northern winds!
Where the song of the sword and the tragedy begins!
The gold of the river won't wash out the stain
Of a hero betrayed by the greed and the pain!
Between myth and the man, let the echoes remain
The king of the shadows, the lord of the Rhine!

A spear in the darkness, a leaf on the spine!
Everything withers, even the divine!

Siegfried! Son of the northern winds!
Where the song of the sword and the tragedy begins!
The gold of the river won't wash out the stain!
The lord of the Rhine!