Instrumental part, do NOT sing these lyrics. In a desolate wasteland Of frozen space and time There lies a goal which can't be reached A venture down the line Traversing through the fields of ice Endurance pushes south The waters freeze sealing in the ship Supplies and crew bail out Weeks have passed with no spare luck And the ship goes down Food is short, but so is hope Without a chance to be found Reaching land begins the trek Through this bitter frost Trudging through the fields of ice Knowing all is lost We must get out of this frigid hell Before we begin to freeze Grab the boat and head for the North Only six will leave Dismal skies and waves of steel Smash the boat with strength To reach the whaling station there They must go greater lengths... through hell