A raging sea lay in our path

Howling winds, ice and snow

Headlong into wrath

Eight hundred miles long

The odds well stacked

In a bitter song

To journey or to die

No other choice

To do right by my men

Fate decides

What you'll find

With hands tied

To glory or doom

The arctic knows no sympathy

No better time than now

To challenge nature's majesty

Fighting hard, harshest cold

Calms that drain

And suck the soul

We must press on

We persevere

We recognize

No failures here

Fate decides

What you'll find

With hands tied

To glory or doom

Fate decides

What you'll find

With hands tied

To glory or doom

Fate decides

What you'll find

With hands tied

To glory or doom

Glory or doom

Glory or doom

Glory or doom

Glory or doom