「歌曲」London Philharmonic Orchestra - Siegfried s funeral march

Hushed and solemn, the procession treads,
With heavy hearts and bowed-down heads.
The hero slain in his prime,
A victim of a treacherous crime.
The mournful music swells and sighs,
As bitter grief fills all the skies.
The mighty themes of fate and strife,
That marked the hero's vibrant life.
Now silent lies the fearless hand,
That once did wield the Needful brand.
The dragon-slayer, brave and true,
His destined course is now run through.
The timpani roll like distant thunder,
Tearing the vault of heaven asunder.
The strings lament with piercing cry,
Beneath a dark and clouded sky.
The brass intones a stern decree,
Of glory, love, and tragedy.
A world in mourning, deep and vast,
For a glorious future now is past.
The march moves on with measured pace,
A nation's sorrow on its face.
The flames rise high, the pyre glows red,
For Siegfried, the glorious, is dead.