The heavens descend upon all life,
Each second Earth is less a home.
The creatures of habit, immobilized,
And they call it The Great Snow.
This is our white abyss,
And it is here to stay.
We were once the hub of civilization,
Now desolation around each turn.
A haunting howl with no origin,
The dry, cold air does burn.
This is our white abyss.