Long before my hair turned white Long before these winters came There stood a hall beside the fjord Unlike any hall by name Not built by kings Not blessed by gold But touched by Thorsec long ago The north wind howled against the stone The snow lay deep on roof and pine A weary warrior crossed the ridge Returning home through darkened time Yet far before he reached the gate Before the dogs could scent the air Tiny lights of pale blue-white Awoke to say that he was there Little sparks beneath the beams Drifting where the shadows sleep Silent keepers of the hall Watching over all we keep The Living Hall Knows your name Before your footsteps touch the snow The Living Hall Lights the flame Before the weary traveler knows Thorsec whispers through the walls Softly guiding one and all The little lights awaken first Within the Living Hall Some sparks danced toward waiting torches And brought warm golden light once more Some drifted near the sleeping hearth And stirred the embers at its core Some moved along the wooden beams And sealed the shutters from the gale Some circled round the old front gate And knew the one behind the trail No command was ever spoken No hand reached for a key The hall already understood What every home should be The Living Hall Knows your name Before your footsteps touch the snow The Living Hall Lights the flame Before the weary traveler knows Thorsec whispers through the walls Softly guiding one and all The little lights awaken first Within the Living Hall The warriors built the mighty walls The craftsmen shaped the cedar beams But Thorsec gave the hall its heart And filled its night with living dreams Not for battle Not for war Not to make the strong more strong But so the people of the hall Could simply live and move along The Living Hall Guards the warmth While winter storms around it roam The Living Hall Welcomes all And turns a house into a home Thorsec watches through the sparks Drifting softly through the dark The little lights will always care Within the Living Hall The warrior sleeps... The fire glows... The little lights still gently roam... Thorsec watches... And the Hall lives on...
