Woorden: Ween. The Rift.

There's a rift out in space, and it could be the door
But you know I'm not sure

If you go through the rift to the palace of ice
Might it be nice, is it paradise?

I'm the commander of time in my vessel of God
I go through the rift to the palace of ice

We may never come back from the palace of ice
Because the rift is a door