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The Hearth Still Burns

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The Hearth Still Burns

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Vardmyr Season 1 - Episode 2 Previously in Vardmyr: Beside their father’s burial stone, Eydís took up his scarred shield and remembered the sacrifice that saved their family. Joined by Haldor, she turned her grief into an oath: to honor his name and guard the home he died protecting. Now, in the first winter after their father is laid to rest, Eydís and Haldor keep the household standing as the snow closes in. Haldor splits wood with the axe his father carried, and Eydís sings his old songs to the little ones sleeping by the fire. Through the long nights and the frozen fjord they hold to his lessons, and they find that his strength lives on in their own hands. The song is a quiet, resolute vow that the family will not scatter in the cold, and that the hearth he tended will still be burning when spring returns. If this chapter of their story speaks to you, subscribe and keep the fire with us as the saga of Vardmyr continues. Lyrics [Verse] The first snow fell the week we laid him down Eydís barred the door against the wind Haldor took the axe our father carried And split the birch the way he taught, along the grain [Chorus] The hearth still burns Bank the coals and guard the door The hearth still burns His hands live in our hands once more The hearth still burns [Verse] He said, feed the fire before you feed yourself Count the stores, but never count your fear Eydís sings the songs he sang at shearing The little ones lie sleeping, close and near [Chorus] The hearth still burns Bank the coals and guard the door The hearth still burns His hands live in our hands once more The hearth still burns [Bridge] When the nights grow long and the north wind calls When the ice locks the fjord and the roof beam groans We will not scatter like ash in the cold We stand where he stood by the old hearth stones [Chorus] The hearth still burns Bank the coals and guard the door The hearth still burns His hands live in our hands once more The hearth still burns [Outro] Spring will find us where he left us The hearth still burns The Hearth Still Burns by Vardmyr. Created with AI-assisted tools and curated by hand. studio:pub:12d330aa-8905-48e0-be75-efda56c8c7d2