We’re honored you joined us on this journey through wind, wave, and time. These stories—born of firelight, salt air, and the enduring strength of those who came before—live on through your listening and your curiosity. May the spirit of Vigra’s Vikings travel with you, whether your path leads over sea or land. Farewell for now, and may your own saga be long, bold, and well remembered.
Thank you,
For walking this tale-road with me.
Thank you,
For sitting by the hearth of story.
You came when the light was low,
(candles flickered)
(furs on stone)
And stories flowed.
Bread by the fire,
Herbs in the air,
But the real warmth,
Was you being there.
(being there)
(being there)
So I thank you once,
I thank you twice,
For your silent breath,
And your seeing eyes.
These tales are embers,
But you were the spark,
That made them glow,
In the Viking dark.
We sat in shadow and flame,
Not just to remember,
But to feel.
Oh the walls were hung in fur,
The hearth smoked sweet with thyme,
But nothing made it beautiful,
Like you in story time.
No crown of gold,
No rune or blade,
Could match the gift,
Your presence made.
I thank you once,
I thank you twice,
Your spirit here,
Was worth the price.
Of midnight flames,
And tales well-spun,
We shared a night,
Where hearts were one.