Bound in snow and frozen over
The transmission mast stands in ice
Razor sharp winds are blowing
And the compass spins in circles
The polar night does not want to end
Every sense of time is gone
Because the time froze into crystals
And burried this place
With the pack ice drifting slowly away
Our one last hope
Our radio operator chants in prayer this one word:
S.O.S! Who's going to save our souls?
S.O.S! Who'll show the way into the light? S.O.S!
Abandoned and lost
Stands a transmission mast in ice
And we press our ears on iron
Quiet, be real quiet now...
Because we're awaiting a whisper
For a sign of life from the world
Wasn't there a quiet crackle?
Or was it just falling snow?
With the pack ice drifting slowly away
Our one last hope
Our radio operator chants in prayer this one word:
S.O.S! Who's going to save our souls?
S.O.S! Who'll show the way into the light? S.O.S!
Our lips are blue and chapped
Freezing firmly to cold steel
And we suffer under the Northern light
Until very first sunbeam
With the pack ice drifting slowly away
Our one last hope
Our radio operator chants in prayer this one word:
S.O.S! Who's going to save our souls?
S.O.S! Who'll show the way into the light? S.O.S!
Is there anybody to break the silence?