This section carries the listener further into the seventh gathering of tales at Vigra.

The skalds’ voices rise, resonant and relentless, striking the air like sharpened steel upon shield.

Here, mortal deeds and divine schemes intertwine, as heroes confront monsters, kings, and the shadow of their own fate.

In the telling, the sagas stretch outward—echoes of blood and bravery ignite the longhall, and the fire of legend blazes ever higher. 

Oh—fire in the hall, fire in the hall

Shadows rise when the skald does call,

Stories woven, fierce and free,

Six flames burn in memory - oh.

Bones like water, mind like steel,

Crawling to power, his fate is real.

A fragile body, a cunning throne,

Ivar’s name cuts to the bone.

Oh—fire in the hall, fire in the hall

Shadows rise when the skald does call,

Stories woven, fierce and free,

Six flames burn in memory - oh.

Green god rising, fields awake,

Sword of sunshine, love at stake.

Blessing and hunger in his hand,

Freyr walks harvest through the land - oh.

Oh—fire in the hall, fire in the hall

Shadows rise when the skald does call,

Stories woven, fierce and free,

Six flames burn in memory - oh.

Flame-ring maiden, dragon’s bane,

Oaths are broken, hearts in pain.

Love and vengeance, twisted song,

Their saga sings forever strong - oh.

Silent sorrow, heavy crown,

Tears of steel that drag her down.

Sister, widow, mother cries,

Gudrun’s grief still fills the skies - oh.

Harp-strings echo, serpent’s breath,

Courage shining close to death.

Gunnar’s story, sharp and true,

A hero’s fate the world once knew - oh.

Ash tree trembling, roots and stars,

Worlds divided, none too far.

Giants, gods, and mortal men,

Nine realms turn and rise again - oh.

Oh—fire in the hall, fire in the hall

Shadows rise when the skald does call,

Stories woven, fierce and free,

Six flames burn eternally - oh.

Oh—fire in the hall, fire in the hall

Shadows rise when the skald does call,

Stories woven, fierce and free,

Six flames burn eternally - oh.