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…