Everything, everything I know. Rest, rest then, rest you god. With Götterdämmerung, the Amsterdam Ring approaches its final end.

Forget the hours that preceded, don't think about the two hours to come. This is the moment. The Nibelungenhaat motif and the Hagen motif resound, but distorted. They clash. They cannot agree, We hear something vaguely triumphant, but at the same time threatening.
“Slaap je Hagen, mijn zoon?” zingt Alberich.
Vergeet de lange weg die de ring heeft afgelegd, vergeet hoe die straks door de Reindochters uit de vlammen verworven wordt. In dit moment komt alles samen.
Droomt Hagen? Is Albe...