The sun's eye sheds it's evening beams;
in it's glorious gleam the castle shines in splendor.
In the radiance of the morning it glittered proudly
but stood before me tenantless, grand and inviting.
From morn to eve, in care and anxiety,
not lightly it was won!
Night draws on; from it's envy
it now offers shelter.
Thus I salute the fortress,
safe from terror and dread. Wife,
follow me and dwell with me in Valhalla!