There was one man found on a frozen lake.
Frostbites on his legs and tooth bites on his neck.
Told he is the last one. Expedition failed.
What killed the others can not be explained.
In the medics tent, he started to scream.
We sewed up his wounds but he didn’t let us leave.
Trembling from the fear, maybe from the cold.
With last breath he told me “we are not growing old”
Blue skin, eyes opened.
Smile on faces, rigor mortis.
Bottled oxygen.
Path is lined with frozen corpses.
Nice view on the frozen graveyard
Tell them I am the last one
Nice view on the frozen graveyard
They are not really dead.
When the darkness came, I could hear the steps.
Underneath the Everest you never fucking rest.
When the flashlight turned on I opened my mouth.
I saw a frozen horde on a silent march.
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Nice view on the frozen graveyard
Tell them I am the last one
Nice view on the frozen graveyard
They are not really dead.
Blue skin, eyes opened.
Smile on faces, rigor mortis.
Bottled oxygen.
Path is lined with frozen corpses.