He rode across the hills and dales Towards the place once known as home But he knew he could not stay there Through folly forced to roam And so he lay beneath the stars Now bathed in moonlights beam And as his eyelids slowly closed He soon began to dream From hence the loins of a viking king His mother of noble birth Raped within the churchyard grounds Conceived on sacred earth His birth right kept a secret From his Lordship by her grace Untill upon her death bed She told him to his face But now the boy had come of age Till now was unaware His Lordship flew into a rage And cried out in despair You are a cuckoo in the nest And welcome here no more You've had from me the very best I cannot right, whats gone before And so he rode into the night To seek his fortunes bold Still smarting from his Lordships words His blood still running cold He'd been taught the art of combat Which came to him with ease He'd sell his axe and sword to any man Who could afford his fee's And so he raged across the land Leaving trails of blood and carnage And woe betide the enemy That would not pay him homage.
To be continued sometime.
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