Heed my warning: those who tempt the flames get burnt

Those who attempt to outshine the sun will soon learn their worth

Those who fly too high will often meet the earth

For a wingless bird is no more than nutrients for humble worms

You, my Icarus, my gift, I took you under my wing

But the time has come, where you must soar and sing

We shall be free to discover all sorts of things

Free to discover the punishment arrogance brings

The sky is the limit, but access is limited

Whilst possibilities are infinite, few are different

Everything burns, wings of wax are no exception

Keeping that in mind is my firmest suggestion

Your passion may burn bright, but brightness burns passion

It is far more cruel than the warmth of compassion

It burns much hotter than you’d like to imagine

Come on, let us take refuge in the sky

Embrace the heat of the moment, for it is nigh

You were always the fool who did things I wouldn’t dare try

But this time, Icarus—you fool—you flew too high