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Circle made of stone under the old yew tree

It’s here since the dawn of time, a hidden mystery

Dead well - deep and cold, tempts you to gaze into

The abyss, the blackness gazes also into you

And you’re fighting the night

Cause you know it’s right

But heaven, heaven is so far...

Here in death's cold embrace

The water mirrors your face

It swallows, it swallows up your tears

Dead well’s cruel profound

Echo in the time