This fountain, it shines so bright,
Hidden just beyond in the moonlight.
This water, so crisp and clear,
It gleams and glows with no fear.
This wind, its breeze so soft,
It soon holds us all aloft.
They seek this fountain,
Just beyond thy mountain.
So that perhaps one day,
They may attain a rumoured claim.
For those who have become laim,
For those whom barely hold death at bay.
This fountain, it shines so bright,
Hidden just beyond in the moonlight.
This water, so crisp and clear,
It gleams and glows with no fear.
As anyone whom goes near,
Is who should truly quake in fear.
These weeping tears, they do fall;
Pouring from this water fall.
They weep and cry,
As their souls may never get by.
Of whence they came,
They have soon became;
Just another piece in this game,
That we oh so love to play.