By the foot of the mountain

There lived a wise man of noble household

Merry was life with his kinsmen

And soon the wise man would be old

But change would come

A rider form the shores

His name was

The bringer of ill news and tidings

He pressed the cause, it was clear

The Jarl had sent for him

To fight for him in war

And lead his banners to the shore

So the wise man mustered all

The forces in his lands

And left his kin and home

Like so many times before

As they sailed out for the sea

In ships loaded for war

The wise man turned to see the peaks

That he loved and called home

At last, new land was sighted

And soon they would rid it of very last man

Woman and child who could bear arms in hand

Or ever challenge their clan

As the first man to set foot on this newfound land

The wise man thought it clear

He saw his fate approaching through the air

But could not move out of fear

Death in form of an arrow

Brought the man to the ground

Deep in his belly the arrow has struck

His blood mixing with water and sand

Laying on his side he bore witness to the fray

His friends and countrymen

Pillaged and burned before they went on their way

And left the wise man to die as they sailed away