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In the morning first daylight I gaze at the crimson dawn

Like the fiery embers of last night’s fire where we sharpened our swords

Blades of burning steel shall spill blood again

With the might of winter a cold wind passes through the land

In the shadows of midnight where we walk in secret as moonlight stains our swords

Hearts of iron will

Under northern twilight that light these barren lands

Towards empty skyline the stars shall guide us on our path

In these ancient forests as old as the sky and the sea

The land awakens from the slumber of winter's remorseless grip

Gods of land and sea watch from the sky above

As we prepare for the trial of this cold winter day

The coming of spring is felt in the haven bleeding with sunlight’s rays

Awakened from cold sleep are the land and the sea

In northern twilight we ride through barren lands

Towards empty skyline the stars shall guide us on our path

In the light of the day we write a story of triumph

Whatever fate brings we face with wrath of iron

Under clear and glaring sky the wind sings with victory

Land of unforgiving winter awakens to the glory of day