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