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Astrid Varnay: Wagner - Götterdämmerung, 'Brunhilde's Immolation'

Ibolyka Astrid Maria Varnay (25 April 1918 -- 4 September 2006) was an American dramatic soprano of Hungarian heritage and Swedish birth, who did most of her work in the United States and Germany. She was one of the best-known Wagnerian heroic sopranos of her generation. Her voice on record is readily recognisable by its seemingly limitless upper register... http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Astrid_V... Lyrics & English Translation Stack stout logs for me in piles there by the shore of the Rhine! High and bright let a fire blaze which shall consume the noble body of the mighty hero. Lead here his horse, that with me it may follow the warrior; for my own body longs to share the hero's holiest honour. Fulfil Brünnhilde's request! Like sunlight his clear radiance shines on me: he was the purest, he who betrayed me! Deceiving his wife, loyal to his friend, with his sword he separated himself from his own true love, alone dear to him. No man more honest ever took an oath; none more true made treaty; none was more pure in love; and yet none so betrayed all oaths, all treaties, his truest love! Do you know why this was? O you, heavenly custodian of oaths! Turn your gaze on my great grief, see your everlasting guilt! Hear my lament, mighty god! Through his most doughty deed, that you rightly desired, you sacrificed him who wrought it to the curse which had fallen on you: this innocent had to betray me so that I should become a woman of wisdom! Do I know now what is your will? Everything, everything, everything I know, all is now clear to me! I hear your ravens stirring too; with dreaded desired tidings I now send them both home. Rest, rest now, o god! Now I take up my inheritance. Accursed ring, terrible ring, I take your gold and now I give it away. Wise sisters of the water's depths, you swimming daughters of the Rhine, I thank you for your good counsel. I give you what you crave: from my ashes take it for your own! The fire that consumes me shall cleanse the ring from the curse! You in the water, wash it away and keep pure the gleaming gold that was disastrously stolen from you. Fly home, you ravens! Recount to your master what you have heard here by the Rhine! Pass by Brünnhilde's rock: direct Loge, who still blazes there, to Valhalla; for the end of the gods is nigh. Thus do I throw this torch at Valhalla's vaulting towers. Grane, my steed, greetings! Do you too know, my friend, where I am leading you? Radiant in the fire, there lies your lord, Siegfried, my blessed hero. Are you neighing for joy to follow your friend? Do the laughing flames lure you to him? Feel my bosom too, how it burns; a bright fire fastens on my heart to embrace him, enfolded in his arms, to be one with him in the intensity of love! Heiajoho! Grane! Greet your master! Siegfried! Siegfried! See! Your wife joyfully greets you! (She has jumped on to the horse and with one bound leaps into the burning pyre. The flames immediately crackle and flare up high, so that the fire fills the whole space in front of the hall and seems to seize on this too. Terrified, the men and women press to the extreme foreground.) (When the entire stage appears to be completely filled with flame, the glare suddenly dies down, soon leaving only a cloud of smoke which drifts towards the background and lies on the horizon like a dark pall of cloud. At the same time the Rhine greatly overflows its banks, and its waters inundate the area of the fire. The three Rhinemaidens swim past on the waves and appear above the pyre. Hagen, who since the incident of the ring has been watching Brünnhilde's behaviour with growing anxiety, is filled with the utmost terror at the sight of the Rhinemaidens. He hastily throws aside his spear, shield and helmet and plunges, as if insane, into the flood.) Please Enjoy! I send my kind and warm regards,