The Tragedy of Captain Scott

To the heart of ice and snow

Through the storm of endless suffering

For the crown of glory

Faithful to her majesty they would be

On this trail of frozen tears

Where no man had ever dared to breathe

There must end a story of a selfish man on his knees

Bound to fail…

A band of brothers from english shores to icy waters

Men and their dogs, they're dependent on each other

Sledges and whips: Who is the servant, who's the

In this unholy, devastating, godless world?

They are not the only ones who have set for course to

Conquer unknown land

There's a man of great respect from a land not far away

From england

Norway seeks to reach the pole, so a race of death and

Glory has begun

They all aim for victory, and all life's becoming worthless

Carry on...

Orca greets and seagulls cry

As they yearn for flesh to stay alive

Struggle against nature

Every step could be the last in this hell

On their way they built a lair

Is there anyone who wants to return?

On a final journey

And a contract they did sign - obedience

The captain's word is their command

And they never felt such pain before

Crevasses like hell's gates

Opening into the abyss - they could fall

In late december of the year 1911

The race is won, and norway's finally reached the goal

Thirty-four days divide the english and norwegian

Dreams at an end as they all know the crown is last

Eight hundred miles now to get out of this inferno

Humbled and weak they try to make their way back home

Into the sun they march, but winter's coming nearer

Snow-blind and hungry, they are searching for their footsteps

"Great God! This is an awful place, and terrible enough

For us to have laboured to it without the reward of priority

This is the second full gale since we left the pole

I don't like the look of it. Is the weather breaking up?

If so, God help us...

Oates was on his knees, clothing disarranged hands

Uncovered and frostbitten, he with a wild look in his eyes

He was placed onto a sledge and taken to the camp they had set up

He was comatose by the time he was placed in the tent

He died quietly at 12.30 am.

His last words were:

"I am just going outside and may be some time"

He walked out to his death so that he would no longer be a burden to his friends

Who themselves were in worsening physical condition

His feet had been so bad, and the process of putting his boots on

So painful that he didn't go through this torture and walked out to his death in his socks

"We knew that poor oates was walking to his death

But though we tried to dissuade him

We knew it was the act of a brave man and an english gentleman

We all hope to meet the end with a similar spirit and assuredly

The end is not far"

(The last camp was made on march 19th only eleven

Miles from the next depot)