His body is screaming for him to stop, But the voice in his head is begging him to reach the top. The cold is numbing both knuckles and fingers, here where there is eternal white, Death lingers. They died for all of us, they died to never be lost. The mountain still whispers their names, Hoping that one day they both may be saved. They died for all of us, they died to never be lost. The mountain still whispers their names, Hoping that one day they both may be saved. So there they hung, from the devil's tongue, brave men always die young. Don't let go, don't wander this desolate place alone. His second in commands last hold, Tells a tale of something that might never be told. They died for all of us, they died to never be lost. The mountain still whispers their names, Hoping that some day they both may be saved. A dead Englishman lies somewhere, no one knows where, But one day we might know what secret the dead bear. Falling in the endless white, Rushing down the mountain side, Then the cold metal hits his head, Face down, 75 years lost. He got buried beneath rocks. My dear Lieutenant, I hope that you found your Friend And together you can go home. How far do you have to go before you are dead? How far did you have to go through the dread? Is your secret forever lost? Did you ever reach the top?