Ready or not, here it come
Here in the cold we're always elated, the story untold is lost in translation.
Dreaming of 'out there' is my fascination.
We're all gonna go someday, somehow.
Ready or not, here it come.
Here in the cold there are no limitations. We'll all be there, no colors, no nations.
On the other side, I will be waiting. Spirits collide and all pain is fading. On the other side I will be waiting for you.