1. THE WELL

Shoved into the spring were corpses
Rotting flesh loosened from the bones
Poisoning the sacred water

Reflections faded on it's surface
Images cloned dead and dull
Radiant water muddled murky

We shunned from our juniper tree
Forsook the familiar spruce
Walked away from the good well

We were feeling shameful and scared
Silently stumbling forward
Pondering the perpetrators

Choked werе the waters of life
Cloggеd the good veins of Earth
Shattered was the sacred mirror

No more was the spring a-singing
Stifled were the speaking spirits
Strangled was the flowing fount
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Walked away from the good well
Pondering the perpetrators

We shunned from our juniper tree
Forsook the familiar spruce
Walked away from the good well

We were feeling shameful and scared
Silently stumbling forward
Pondering the perpetrators

Had a stranger’s hand or one of us
In the night the blessed betrayed
Had a stranger's hand or one of us
In his madness ruined the gift

We shunned from our juniper tree
Forsook the familiar spruce
Walked away from the good well

We were feeling shameful and scared
Silently stumbling forward
Pondering the perpetrators
Walked away from the good well
Pondering the perpetrators