the first mistake
called for another
we saw the troubles
form a chain
so now we're here
stuck at Fort Conger
we knew by August
the ship wouldn't come
to take us home
before the winter
only death and hunger
were to drop by
we were twentyfive
now we're down to six
please let our friends rest
in the ridge
don't you know me
I'm Lt. Greely
I was in charge here
I was in command
please don't say
what you're about to say
ask the white plains
let the void speak