Jäger Volant - Cold Death Lyrics

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..."