Frogs

Frogs croak, frogs croak for all

From the dark grass outside, you can hear them call

Satan is laughing, he is laughing at us all

Look at the toiling little man,

and then he's destroyed for no reason at all

The meek shall inherit the earth when it's dead

When all temples are ashes, and the soil bears no bread

Frogs croak, frogs croak for some

From abysses begrassed, the end will come

In the flickering of the light Satan comes to take a bite

Of what could have been my soul, but it's all turd of mole

And fouled by blind diggers I can see how it figures

You can't have what's not, and that goes for the lot

Frogs croak, frogs croak for no one

Grass reaching at you, the end has begun.