Laga, Ragalor - We Carry Your Names

No gull above… no wind below…
Only the water moving slow…
Rune by rune, the dusk became…
Name by name, we called the slain…
At the bow, I held them one by one
Small carved lives beneath the dying sun “eirik red
Oar”—I gave him to the tide “sten
Iron-Hand”—who fought beside my side
“Runa… Hakon… Torvald Black Sail…”
The mist breathed back each name into the gale
These were not legends carved in stone
These were the hands that brought us home…
The sea kept your bones
But we carried your names
Past smoke on the water
Past ashes and rain
You sank without burial
You vanished from sight
Yet each time we speak you
You return to the light
I held the names no feast hall praised
The quiet hands forgotten by the brave
“Astrid, who stitched our shattered sail”
“Bryn, who guarded the harbor trail”
“Solveig, who hid the children low” “old
Varr, whose shore-fire pierced the smoke”
No battle song had sung their names
Still, they led us home through smoke and flame
Honor is more than dying brave
It lives in every life you saved…
No crown marked your passing
No grave held your face
No feast song remembered
The debt of your grace
But the sail still remembers
The gate knows the same
The sea kept your bones
But we carried your names
A voice moved under the wave
Then many answered from the grave
No breath, no body, none in sight
Only names crossing into night
The living spoke;
The deep replied
One song on either side of life
Speak every soul the old songs denied
The hands at the gate, the shields at our side
Warrior, healer, mother, guide
You are the reason we survived
Let salt take iron, let darkness take bone
No one remembered is ever alone
The deep may hold you beyond our flames
But while we are breathing, we carry your names
The last rune passed into the gray…
A tender wind drew us away…
The living watched the twilight wane…
And every lost soul sailed again…