Long ago three men ruled, Brothers from over the sea Two earls died, Leaving the land to one
An heir sailed across the sea To claim his father's land
Rognvald received his rightful land and that which Einar ruled For the promise of sword and spear against enemies
Raids in the south proved his worth, but friendship would not last
Arnason, escaping the king, fled to western land With a large company, too many for one to feed.
More land was needed but Rognvald would not yield
Men were gathered from the isles and from the south They would march for Thorfinn against his king Rognvald sailed away and gained support from the king Men would meet for war
Near the shore they met, a hundred ships covered the sea The fighting was fierce, many were slain, Rognvald forced to flee
On a winter's night Rognvald's men returned Revenge was in their eyes Thorfinn's house and company were burned And all the land was claimed
Believed to be dead Thorfinn stowed away to Caithness Where he bided his time Plotting his revenge. Soon before Christmas he returned And beset Rognvald and his men By their campfire's light as they made their festive preparations
[Thorfinn:] "My brother's son was betrayed by his words Now is is I who returns He lies slain, my vengeance is wrought. I lay my claim that these lands are mine!"Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
