This section features eight Viking songs from the first storytelling session held at Vigra.

Each song captures the spirit, struggle, and saga of Norse life, as shared during that inaugural gathering.

Sung by the fire and shaped by tradition, these pieces reflect the raw emotion and epic tales passed down through generations.

Together, they offer a powerful glimpse into the voices and visions that launched the Vigra storytelling tradition.

Come hither, kinsmen, gather round this blaze,

Where shadows dance and memory awakes.

The night is young but full of ancient ways,

And we kindle tale on tale for our sake.

Hear now the first great song to break the seal:

Of Beowulf who faced the monster’s might,

The slaying of Grendel — the wound, its zeal,

His courage blazing in the bitter night.

By fire and saga’s word, we call you near,

Let voices echo through the long-past years.

In storm and calm, in laughter, in ... in fear:

We bind you all in tales the heart reveres.

Next stirs the vengeance, Grendel’s mother’s wrath,

A mother’s grief that strikes with deadly hand,

We’ll follow that dark path, that fearsome path,

Where strength and sorrow walk across the land.

Then comes the final fall of hero’s breath,

The death of Beowulf, his end and fame.

His saga closed — yet lives beyond in death,

And in our telling we renew his name.

By fire and saga’s word, we call you near,

Let voices echo through the long-past years.

In storm and calm, in laughter, in ... in fear:

We bind you all in tales the heart reveres.

From lands afar now ring a stranger song:

Silverfang, and the Star Hunters roam the night,

They sail the heavens, swift and fierce and strong,

Their chase a dance among the gleaming light.

Then Thord the Storm-Bound comes with wrath and gale,

His tale of wind and sea, of boundless fight.

His name carved deep where storm and salt prevail,

His tale of strife beneath the watery might.

And last — Dagur the Free, his path his own,

A wanderer dreaming beyond fate’s clasp.

With open heart he walks where stars have shone —

His saga sings on every trembling gasp.

By fire and saga’s word, we call you near,

Let voices echo through the long-past years.

In storm and calm, in laughter, in ... in fear:

We bind you all in tales the heart reveres.

Hear now the names in fire’s flickering tongue —

Beowulf and Grendel’s slaying, vengeance sprung;

Death of Beowulf, Silverfang the star-born;

Thord the Storm-Bound, Dagur who walks free in morn.

Let these be your guides through shadow and light,

May your soul awaken to saga tonight.

By fire and saga’s word, we bind the night,

We call the old, we call the new to share.

In hearts now kindle glories, fear and plight,

Let every voice rise, all the long hours dare.

By fire and saga’s word — now hear us rise,

Let stories echo in these hallowed skies.