The Well’s Run Dry - Dool

I know you’ve set out to die

Like critters in a fire

On a trail that leads to nowhere

My bloodshot eyes see all

Even in this Light

And I crave the needs of no Man

Rollover leaves of gold

Feast at the fires of hell

Ooh-ooh-oh-ah

Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah

Although you reach out to fly

You’re forbidden to the skies

With flaccid wings

You heed the omen

The well' s run dry tonight

By the glory of your might

I can taste the greed

Of all men

Rollover leaves of gold

Feast at the fires of hell

If I could be the one

To end your pride

I’d try

I buried myself

Into the netherworld

Holed up in a cave

For a thousand years

And I' ve seen your gods

Crawl

Over the skin of this Earth

They took one step

One too far

And they walked right into the Sun