CC: Up and Over and Out

I could turn right,
I could turn left.
Either way I'm wasting my breath.

Welcome to Round Three! It's been a long trip, and we've got a long ways to go, so do tread carefully.

With the land wreathed in cold, the water has turned to ice. The blood has frozen within. Will the crimson, too, be spilled upon the frost? Only time will tell.

It's all over
but the last shout,
if I can't go up and over and out!