It was the summer of 1909
When a few men set out to reach the north pole
The hope in their hearts
And the pride in their glances
With the trust in god they marched on and on

No one know how the journey would end
In the white desert up north
Hundreds of miles in the loneliness
The only aim was to hold out

The equipment that had cost their savings
Tortured them with every step
The taste of freedom was already gone
And changed into fighting the world

No one know how the journey would end
In the white desert up north
Hundreds of miles in the loneliness
The only aim was to stay

Glory and death went heand in hand
On their long way to the pole
Despair and coldness were nobody's friend
On their painful way

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To the end of the world
To the end of the world
To the end of the world

Solo: frank

After several weeks they reached their goal
Exhaustion and triumph were one
To find glory and fame they had taken any risk
But not all of them came home again

Glory and death went heand in hand
On their long way to the pole
Despair and coldness were nobody's friend
On their painful way

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