Made Their Misfortune

Head west at the right time if you want to survive
Misguided superiority will not keep you alive
You cannot gobble up these nations
When you don't know their lands
Blind leaders should be cursed
There's no God-given right to expand

Racing the weather to where the grass is greener
In the salt desert two days turned into five
You cannot conquer nature in this harsh environment
Only the strongest will survive

Gambling on shortcuts wagons stuck in the snow
Too far from Independence and everything you know
You're going to face some hard times here
In this flimsy tent
So many people already gone
Lying frozen and spent

Racing the weather to where the grass is greener
In the salt desert two days turned into five
You cannot conquer nature in this harsh environment
Only the strongest will survive

Forlorn, forlorn, forlorn
The only protein left is those who're gone
Forlorn, forlorn, forlorn
A ghoulish group got stuck in a snowstorm
Forlorn, forlorn, forlorn
These pioneers really made their misfortune
Forlorn, forlorn, forlorn
Their family and friends were taken far too soon



Credits
Writer(s): Joe Peacock
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