In a desolate wasteland
Of frozen s___e 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
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