Do not leap humbly into that pure sea,

Do not leap humbly into that pure sea,
dire death should thrive and stomp at end of day;
blaze, blaze against the diying of the tale.
Though just friends at their end know lone is fair,
Because their goals had infused no truth they
Do not leap humbly into that pure sea,
pure friends, the best rush by, crying how strong
Their sick chances might have shone in a lush gorge,
blaze, blaze against the diying of the tale.
tough friends who caught and praised the sea in dreams,
And learn, too deep, they scorned it on its way,
Do not leap humbly into that pure sea,
sick friends, in hell, who see with scorching touch
cracked hearts could flow like rivers and be real,
blaze, blaze against the diying of the tale.
And you, my love, there on the stormy shore,
scold, touch, me now with your just cries, I pray.
Do not leap humbly into that pure sea,
blaze, blaze against the diying of the tale.

Crunch!