I never thought I'd see the black cliffs of South Georgia again Yet here we are Here we are We lost a good ship to the depths of the Southern Ocean Torn apart My enduring heart ♪ We toiled for 15 long months in an icy wasteland With hope long gone We carry on Now I carry the fate of 27 good men In the palm of my hand This trembling hand ♪ We spent 16 furious days in the fight of our lives You'll find no rest In the rolling depths Lifted on white raging mountain through valleys of pain The ache of death On every breath ♪ We've seen God in his splendors Heard the text that nature renders We have pierced through the veneer And reached the naked soul of man We have suffered, starved, and triumphed Groveled down, yet grasping glory We've grown bigger in the bigness of it all Of it all