Sacred Oath - Well of Souls

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