Tomorrow I will do or die,

In a more literal sense.

Try and make a sacrifice,

Or lose myself being dense.

Lose a heart in the Viking’s well

Were Odin lost his eyes.

Until tomorrow becomes today,

Which it does- oh time it flies.

And again the well rejects my offer,

But does not take my life.

It wants something else, but what?

To gain my wisdom instead of strife?