Plunge Not Into the Abyss

Plunge not into the abyss
Or you shall be sorely missed
As we gather round the fire
Singing doom, doom, doom
Singing doom

Ferry not across the Styx
Nor empty your bag of tricks
You're a long lone coyote
And you howl at the moon

It's a pleasure, a pleasure to wonder
It's a fine thing to ponder and dwell
But to enter your own soul and plunder
Is a crime that no man can tell
No man can tell

Climb not on the funeral pyre
Nor vanish as flames leap higher
For the call of the wild is still calling for you
It's for you

It's a pleasure, a pleasure to wonder
It's a fine thing to ponder and dwell
But to enter your own soul and plunder
Is a crime that no man can tell
No man can tell



Credits
Writer(s): David Rosenbloom
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