[Jorn Lande:] Find your way home, little extremophiles
[Floor Jansen:] Fly, beloved sons
[Tom Englund:] Find your way home, donors of life
[Floor Jansen:] Fly, my chosen ones
[Jonas P. Renkse:] You're on your own, little extremophiles
[Floor Jansen:] Ride your frozen ark
[Bob Catley:] You're on your own, cleaving the skies
[Floor Jansen:] Ride into the dark

 [bad word] :
[Magali Luyten:]
Carry out our dangerous task, sail uncharted spheres
Live out our dreams, ride [bad word] 
Journey on the Migrator trail, cross the new frontiers
Pass on our genes, ride [bad word] 

[Jorn Lande:] You are the future, little extremophiles
[Floor Jansen:] Fly towards the sun
[Tom Englund:] You are the future, you know what to do
[Floor Jansen:] Fly, it has begun