Yes, i am the one who freezes your breath
an icicle clung to the wheezes of death

I can stop the world with my frozen chill
the weak and dying are my chosen ****

I gave the cold to the blizzard that lives
I can give all the pain that misery gives

feeling the gusts from my shiver winds
bringing so many to their bitter ends


I am the one responsible for it all
I always show up right before the fall

please don't call me the winter loss
you can feel free to call me mister frost