Well of Souls - Sacred Oath

There’s a well

In hell

For the damned

And those under my spell

And they drink

In the stink

Of their own rotting flesh

But they drink

Went astray

Lost their way

Came to me

On their darkest day

No return

Now they burn

By the well

And they learn

Down by the well

Needed money

Wanted power

Begged for relief

In their final hours

Lost control or

Took control

Ran away like a thief

Or a coward

An adventure

This human nature

Keeps me occupied

Another sinner died

There’s no lack

Of black

In the human spirit

Down by the well

I call this my well of souls

Eternal font, How my garden grows!

Drink from my well of souls

Watch how my garden grows

There’s a well

In hell

For the damned

And those under my spell

And they drink

In the stink

Of their own rotting flesh

But they drink

Down by the well

Think of all the ways

They can pay in hell

Get it straight from the source

When they’re down by the well

I was there for them

In their hour of need

Now they’re here for me

When we’re down by the well

Down by the well