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.

"Are you sleeping Hagen, my son?" sings Alberich.

Forget the long road the ring has travelled, forget how it will soon be acquired from the flames by the Reindaughters. In this moment, everything comes together.

Dreams Hagen...