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This well is empty

But very full

There is an evil that resides inside

This black unforgiving hole

Please the appetite of the myth

Know that the offering is a gift

So you can lay your head at night

Cast your sins down to the bottom

Of the well

Always aware

Of the souls of the fare

Pay in blood or gold

Either way your sold

Please the appetite of the myth

Know that the offering is a gift

So you can lay your head at night

Cast your sins down to the bottom

Of the well

The centuries of peace

End quick and then they seize

The gold vein has run dry

Nothing left to do but die

Your soul will rot here

In the the pit of the well

Along with the others

Forced to live this hell.

Please the appetite of the myth

Know that the offering is a gift

So you can lay your head at night

Cast your sins down to the bottom

Of the well