I never thought I’d see the black cliffs of South Georgia again
Yet here we are, here we are
We lost a good ship to the depths of the southern ocean
Torn apart my enduring heart

We toiled for 15 long months in an icy wasteland
With hope long gone we carried on
Now I carry the fate of 27 good men
In the palm of my hand, this trembling hand

We spent 16 furious days in the fight of our lives
You’ll find no rest in the rolling depths
We were lifted on white raging mountains through valleys of pain
The ache of death on every breath

We’ve seen God in his splendors, heard the text that nature renders
We have pierced through the veneer and reached the naked soul of man
We have suffered starved and triumphed, groveled down yet grasping glory
We’d grown bigger in the bigness of it all, of it all