Earl Thorfinn

Long ago three men ruled,Brothers from over the seaTwo earls died,Leaving the land to oneAn heir sailed across the seaTo claim his father's landRognvald received his rightful land and that which Einar ruledFor the promise of sword and spear against enemiesRaids in the south proved his worth, but friendship would not lastArnason, escaping the king, fled to western landWith a large company, too many for one to feed.More land was needed but Rognvald would not yieldMen were gathered from the isles and from the southThey would march for Thorfinn against his kingRognvald sailed away and gained support from the kingMen would meet for warNear the shore they met, a hundred ships covered the seaThe fighting was fierce, many were slain,Rognvald forced to fleeOn a winter's night Rognvald's men returnedRevenge was in their eyesThorfinn's house and company were burnedAnd all the land was claimed[Spoken:]Believed to be deadThorfinn stowed away to CaithnessWhere he bided his timePlotting his revenge.Soon before Christmas he returnedAnd beset Rognvald and his menBy their campfire's light as they made their festive preparations[Thorfinn:]"My brother's son was betrayed by his wordsNow is is I who returnsHe lies slain, my vengeance is wrought.I lay my claim that these lands are mine!"