The Dyatlov Pass

There's nobody here
Everybody's gone
And the tent is cut from the inside
Going to north-east
Following the trees
Leaving a bunch of footsteps behind

And then we came
The fire's remains
Near this old tree
Nothing to blame

Near the cedar
Two of them lie here
Frozen silent
Last hope fell down climbing the tree

Nothing we can do
Can't still understand
Shivers and questions dance down the spine
Three of them tried to
Go back to the tent
But they didn't reach it in time
They are frozen and silent like the other two
So might we have a clue?

No we don't
Madness rises
Because

The other four came out
When the snow was melting
And melted were their reasons near the shelter of their endings
So many screaming doubts
Wounds from a violent impact
Radiations on their dresses
And a new truth to be found

Near the cedar
All of them lie here
Frozen silent
Between the chaos of this

Mystery, can you see every of these theories?
KGB, a bad fall, arctic hysteria
Avalanche, infrasounds, secret launch of missiles
Could it be? Couldn't it be?
Or did they see too much and got killed?
Everything seems to be
Tragic and incomplete
All the sentences drown in hypotheses

Near the cedar
Frozen silent

Frozen silent

You will never know the truth
Stop asking your questions

Near the cedar
Sadness, snow and fear
In this silence
Who knows the truth is just who's
Frozen silent
Neverending research
Snow still falls down
In Dyatlov pass and Otorten's cliffs