All is frost in the land, all is frost
From the moss, till it’s lost all is frost

Those warmer times are naught but capped
In something slippery Earth is wrapped
The falling people bite the dust

In the dust all is lost
And outtossed to the frost

All is frost in the land, all is frost
From the moss, till it’s lost all is frost

And when all land is thereby trapped
The people slipping on their thoughts

If not one, then another’s tossed
To the air and then falls on the frost
Nose crushed


in despair
Hopes dashed


without care

And he's crushed by the feets differ-nots

All is frost in the land, all is frost
From the moss, till it’s lost all is frost