Legacy

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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 [Spoken:] 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!"

Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Apr 25, 2025

(Corkhill) Driving rain, pounding at steel North winds fill the sails Land ahead, drawing ever near The hills are alive with fires in the night Jorvik mighty kingdom of the north Won by brothers side by side Ours by fire and the meeting of swords Jorvik, bastion of power in this land Far we have come and long we shall remain Across the mighty river of the north Into condemned land Down the road of time long forgotten The ancient vale leads the way to the end The cry of battle, the din of clashing steel The air is filled with fury and fire long into the night Binder of the wolf, this night is yours; Let the fires burn for you Ragnarr is avenged by the Shield Din Jorvik mighty kingdom of the north Won by brothers side by side Ours by fire and the meeting of swords Jorvik, bastion of power in this land Far we have come and long we shall remain

Submitted by Corpse Defiler — Apr 25, 2025

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(Corkhill, Trad. Scots) Will speak of a lord among earls Baron of barons, Athelstan king My kinsmen and I fought by this side; The man of who they now sing Bestower of ring, in battle famed We vowed our services to stand, When from the north his enemy came To defend his ancient land Hewed the lindenwood, hacked the battle shield Sons with hammered brands A greatness bestowed from their fathers before Struck for their hoards and their hearths and their homes Bow'd the spoiler, bent the Scotsman Felled the ship crews doomed to death All the field flowed with the blood of men Struck for their hoards and their hearths and their homes There lay many a man marred by the javelin, Men of the Northland shot over shield There was the Scotsman weary of war Struck for their hoards and their hearths and their homes Turned the invader for country and throne! Northman and Saxon, side by side The day to fall or prevail Fate of these lands, now to decide To be told of in song and in tale Many men fell by sword and spear Fiercely we fought, never to yield All men saw the earl die on that day The Scotsmen fled the field Come the light of dawn Clatter of mail heralds one more As I had foreseen, the day I would rue As my brother lay slain on the floor Five young kings slept by sword Numberless men fell dead Grimly, with steel sharp from the stone All were slain who fled

(Corkhill, Trad. Irish) Enemies of the high king, a name which was won through guile and blood, March in alliance to meet men fighting in the name of Brian Boru Darkness has fallen, death will come at dawn Men from afar and native sons will battle side by side, to defeat the King of the land, who made his name by way of the sword and deceit Brother of the king, the great warrior Wolf Is howling at the sky, his enemies will die Brave men on the ground ere night comes They look to the sky this was their day to die Come the sacrifice of the legend banner, its bearer shall see no more days The earl of the isles, awaiting fatal prophecy is slain Hope is lost for foreign men, survivors run in fear Drowned in the sea or slain on the bridge, none will be spared here "Let man tell man that Brodir felled Brian"; the last words from the last man War will return, the land divided again

Submitted by Warbringer — Apr 25, 2025

(Corkhill, Trad. English) Fate dwell in the field On the hill it beckons the dawn Eternal as the earth It beckons the lives of men Harmer and healer of all Time is but a thread Woven for men Walking the road before them He who wandered He who strayed Is he who fought and died He who became the wind and earth The sun shines over the hill, calling all men who stand He who hears cannot return, life is not in his hands Under foot, the dust and soil, lies what we cannot see In time knowledge will come, one day all men are free The path of proud men Heave and horror Pride and fear Trust and guilt Eternal as the earth Fate calls from the wind All men must yield The answer is on the hill In the field, in the earth, in the waves Destiny is everything Paths do not always lead But must always be followed Walking the road before you He who wandered He who strayed Is he who fought and died He who became the wind the earth The sun shines over the hill, calling all men who stand He who hears cannot return, life is not in his hands Under foot, the dust and soil, lies what we cannot see In time knowledge will come, one day all men are free

Submitted by Warbringer — Apr 25, 2025

(Corkhill, Trad. Scandinavian) High above shinning steel Flyga hverjan dag A chilling wind now blows in the north Setting course for the raven's flight Jormungrund yfir Over the hills, through valley and field Flyga hverjan dag A chilling tale now comes from the north Ravens fly in the blood red sky Jormungrund yfir The beating of wings The howl of the wind Bright summer sun reddened with blood That which once was green Now scorched, blackened with ash Days grow cold under dark wings That which is fed on the lives of men And leads men to their deaths Flying above, searching, wandering Never wondering... High above shinning steel Flyga hverjan dag The dawn is met with of black How the winds now blow so strong Jormungrund yfir Carrying wings of black The distant skies of ancient times Flyga hverjan dag Above the realms of forest, valley and sea How the winds now blow so strong Jormungrund yfir Carrion wings of black

Submitted by Corpse Defiler — Apr 25, 2025