Cold Death

Haulin' white asses up the Sagarmatha Guess it beats being a haruwa Never know if I'll return alive Paid your money, now you take your shot Photo with a flag for price of a yacht, I'm Barely scraping by to feed my kids Base, icefall and the next 4 camps We grind it out to the edge of collapse Summit's only thing that's on your mind Death zone slogging over a sheer drop, if You give it all you got to get to the top What's left in the tank to get you down? Start heading back, but then the big storm comes I see you falter, hear your bubbling lungs, your Distant eyes betray that you're just "done". Hit you with the Dex though I know it's too late Risk my life to save you... or resign you to fate? Radio's hiss gets drowned out in the winds I drag you a ways, but there ain't no sense We're out of O and the storm's intense Your only chance now is in the Gamow But Camp 4's just way too far off The hardest call, but now it's clear You're not gonna get out of here I gently tell you "Yemehen my friend..."