Gefynhame’s Tally
Three Captains met upon the waves
Sword-brothers for the iron road
Swear to lay the Eowan in their graves
Sea-pirates painted blue with woad.
First falls Forkhaven’s witchy crew
As Geats arrive with heavy blows
We free the slaves and our band grew
Where goes their fleet ? No-one knows.
Then to Sicvarp on we fare
A living maze surrounds its hall
In sunless depths the Nicors lair
But rune-wise Geats secure its fall
On to Ossby we drive our way
At sea we slip the Eowan spies
Then strike ashore by light of day
The gods be praised – complete surprise !