� It was the summer of 1909 When a few men set out to reach the North Pole Without hoping their hearts would set aside In their glances the same trust they'd got They marched on and on No one knew how the journey would end In the wild, never unlearned Hunters of might and loneliness The only ones to hold on To the end of the world � They had written a letter to their saviors To torture them with every breath A case of freedom for the ready guns And changed it to Fighting with might No one knew how the journey would end In the wild, never unlearned Hunters of might and loneliness The only ones to stay Glory and death were hands in hand On their long way to the pole Since their incarnation Nobody's friend On their painful way To the end of the world To the end of the world To the end of the world End of the world � After several weeks they reached their goal Exhausted and triumphant To find glory in vain They had taken a risk But not all of them came home again Glory and death were hands in hand On their long way to the pole Since their incarnation Nobody's friend On their painful way To the end of the world To the end of the world To the end of the world No! No!