Swedish Channel Challenge 17 Theme: Vikings Genre: Nordic folk This song is a Viking tale of a woman standing by the sea, waiting for her husband, a warrior who sailed away and never returned. With the wind and waves as her companions, she recalls his warmth and hears echoes from the past—perhaps his voice from a sunken ship. Despite the emptiness and uncertainty, she keeps watch, caught between hope and sorrow © 2025 Irrelin. All rights reserved Hvarf í vinda, óráðinn strengur… Thin is the veil, worn by the tide, Names dissolve where the light recedes. Old hands trace the veins of the stone, Lichen-grown whispers of nameless kin. The sea exhales, brine-thick with echoes, Calling in tongues I once understood. (Að vekja— ský í brjósti, Hvarf í straumi, síga út í ljós…) You were the fire in the winter fields, The hush between thunder and tide. But silence took you, left only echoes, A breath lost between worlds. (Hljótt geng ég, elti skugga, Gríma liðinna, bergmál frá djúpum…) The past lingers, stitched into marrow, A ghost-call from the drowning deep. (Að vekja— draumar í rykfallinni vindi, Hvarf í skugga, hverfur út i djúp…) Drifting, unmoored, into the void, Where echoes break upon forgotten stones. (Að vekja… brjósti… hvarf í straumi…) No answers, only water, No path, only sky. And still, I walk. (Í rykfallinni vindi… Kallað frá skipi sem sökk… Ég heyrði nafn mitt… En það var ekki mitt…)
