They serve us well with out complaint, 
together they are twelve strong.
They pull all day till the light is faint, 
and into the night as the day is long.

We must leave them now, four hours at best, 
a journey that we must make.
This time well spent for they will rest,
on the shore of a frozen lake.

The weather came upon us with force, 
our return it would not be.
The only way out is to set a new course, 
a course for open sea.

As their lives become frozen,
and they meet their fate.
Four are lost,
and now there are eight.

His death is swift, 
and he is now bound for heaven.
We pray for their forgiveness, 
and now there is seven.

The walls of ice tower high, 
then fall and tumble like bricks.
her destinies set her fate is to die,
and now there is only six.

The snow is like the desert sand, 
with out water you can't survive.
He thirsts no more in this baron land, 
and now there is only five.

Cruel can be the darkness of night, 
and his pain it is no more.
He has fallen in the absence of light, 
and now there's only four.

She stops to rest she can't go on, 
finely her spirit is free.
Her body remains but she is gone, 
and now there's only three.

The ice is like a razor knife, 
to continue he can not do.
And so he slowly leaves this life, 
and now there's only two.

They turn and look into each others eyes, 
she stumbles to the ground.
To weak to go on and so she dies, 
her silence the only sound.

Forever to roam never growing old, 
if your still he may come near.
Then you will see the story I told, 
when you look into his frozen tear.