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The warming sun returns again And melts away the snow The sea is freed from icy chains Winter is letting go Standing on the ocean side We can hear the waves Calling us out with tide To sail into our fate Miklagaard has been our home For twenty years or more We've lent our axes, spears and swords In service of the emperor We are loyal warriors That's the oath we gave To protect the emperor Even to a violent grave Our loyalty was always firm We kept our given word On these southern battlefields Our northern war cries roared Some of us won't return But that won't bring us down Our fate is written in the web Woven by the Norns A ram is sacr