Below the ice, above the snow
From Ynys Pryden we departed
To search Divinity and to know
Who we were when all was started;
Night and day now are confused
In smokes and fateâs fogs,
The Drakkar fights in the sea and proceeded
For the deep dens of the Lordsâs dogs.
We are men, we are Gods,
We donât need to serve the Lord:
Over the Edge weâll go again,
Over the Edge weâll live again.
But now is strange, we feel a presence
In the seas and someoneâs fear
That what we do, it isnât clear
And our left has a baleful influence.
But over the Edge we are free and alone
By God that wants our life and blood,
Free from this small and pathetic world
That needs someone to dictate law.
We are men, we are Gods,
we donât need to serve the Lords:
over the Edge weâll go again,
over the Edge weâll live again.
And now we see the edge at last,
We will know who created the past
And this fateful future that we have,
Will not weak our heart.
With our swords weâll brave the power
With our shields weâll execute the liars,
With our hearts weâll live after gate
With our souls weâll create our fate.
We are men, we are Gods,
we donât need to serve the Lord:
over the Edge weâll go again,
over the Edge weâll live again.