We were forged through close family ties
Within small villages amongst animal cries.
The cold brings a joy to us
While to others it annoys and chills their soul.
All of our current suffering
We will transcend through our historical progress.
As we forge forward, every flame that flickered at us,
Every tear dropped, every soul shattered:
Will be remade, the light within rekindled.
Keeping the cold outside, and the fire within.
As we wear our stoic faces to mask the sun,
The Saxon spirit which through our veins run.

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