Darkwell

"You're welcome my children of the Night
to my world of chaos...
sanity is just a weird form of madness...
open your pity souls
and taste the power of my dark spirit..."
The ashes scattered in the mists of time
the blood spilled in the meadow dried since long ago
how I long to own such power
perhaps I will obey the dark spirit's call
Is this torture never ending,
is this pain inside me real
is this the price to pay
overwhelming lust all I feel
He leads my steps to the ancient darkwell ground
a reflection of my image
cold water starts to move...with a scary sound
in the well the spirit rises