Ravenstrikex, Icelandian Trumpets - Two Legends, One Hall (Slowed)

I have walked between the worlds
For longer than stone.
I have carried a thousand warriors.
Never one alone.
But today I carry something
I have never held before.
Two legends arriving at the very same door.
One came with iron,
One came with names.
One built his legend with fury and flames.
One built his legacy carrying the dead.
One spoke with his sword,
One with what he said.
They never met in life,
Fate kept them apart.
But I watched them both, I
Know every heart.
And I've been waiting
Longer than either knows, for the moment
These two rivers finally flow.
So I open the doors,
I step to the side.
And I let the hall of Valhalla decide.
How two men who never
Shared a field or a flame,
Finally stand together
And speak the other's name.
I've been here long
Enough to know the faces of the dead.
I've greeted every warrior,
Every oath ever said.
I've seen the great ones enter,
I've seen the broken ones too.
But this one walking in is
Something I already knew.
He walks like a man
Who has never put anything down.
Like someone who's
Been carrying a city instead of a crown.
His eyes are somewhere
Between exhausted and free.
Like a man who just finished the longest
Journey.
And then I watch
Him stop in the middle of the hall.
He reaches into something deep,
Something I can't call.
And he pulls out a list,
Not written on skin nor stone.
But alive in his chest,
All the names he has known.
And I see mine.
I see Ragnar Ironbull
Written in his breath.
This man carried my name
Through his living, through his death.
He said my name in fields
Where I had already gone.
He kept me alive in places I had
Never been on.
I step forward slowly.
Because this moment is rare.
A warrior meeting the man.
Who kept him in the air.
Long after the ravens,
Long after the frost.
Long after everyone
Else decided I was lost.
I put my hand on his shoulder.
Iron on iron.
And I say the only
Thing a man can say to the one.
Who kept his name
Burning in the cold and the dark.
You said my name.
Two rivers, finally one sea.
Two legends, finally free.
One carried iron.
One carried names.
Both burned bright.
Both fed the flames.
In the hall where the worthy
Find their rest.
Two warriors stand.
Both gave their best.
Different roads, the same true north.
Two legends.
Finally home.
The hall remembers, the fire knows.
This is where the greatest river flows.
Two legends.
One hall.
One name.
Valhalla
Will never be the same.
I walked through those
Doors with ten thousand names.
Still burning inside me,
Still feeding the flames.
I always thought I'd arrive and finally
Lay them down.
Finally rest,
Finally trade the list for a crown.
But then I felt it.
Before I even looked.
Something in the hall.
Like a page in a book.
That I've been reading for years without
Knowing the end.
And I turned and I
Saw him and I had to pretend.
That I wasn't shaken.
That I was still the same.
The man who carries the dead.
Who speaks every name.
But this was different.
This was the one.
Whose name I had carried.
Longer than anyone.
Ragnar Ironbull,
I said your name in the dark.
I said it in winter,
I said it when the cold left its mark.
I said it in fields
Where no one was left.
I said it the morning
After every gain.
Because you
Were the one the living remembered most.
You were the warrior who felt more alive
Than a ghost.
And I never met you,
Never once.
In all of those years.
But I carried your story.
Through all of those fears.
And now you're standing here,
Hand on my shoulder.
Saying the words I didn't know I
Needed to hear.
And I realize the weight
That I've been carrying forever
Just got lighter.
In the one place
I never knew.
Could hold this much warmth.
I said all of them.
But yours.
Yours I said twice.
Two rivers, finally one sea.
Two legends, finally free.
One carried iron.
One carried names.
Both burned bright.
Both fed the flames.
In the hall.
Where the worthy find their rest.
Two warriors stand.
Both gave their best.
Different roads, the same true north.
Two legends.
Finally home.
The hall remembers, the fire knows.
This is where the greatest river flows.
Two legends.
One hall.
One name.
Valhalla
Will never be the same.
I guided one through fire.
I guided one through names.
I watched them both burn differently.
With different kinds of flame.
Ragnar burned outward.
Like a sun in the north.
Chorn burned inward.
Carried.
Every one worth.
And I always knew.
From the very first day,
That these two were the same
Fire.
Oh,
oh,
oh.
Oh, oh, oh.
Oh, oh, oh.
Burn.
Burn.