Angel's Well

We do our magic in the red desert
Our hands wear gloves from skins of a lizard
We summon black clouds to fill our lake
And rain starts falling like teeth from a snake
We’ve got the password sewn to our eyelid
We live in great caverns where the holy saints hid
We licked our wounds by the tongue of heaven
We know the meaning of the number of seven
We swore that we would never tell
But we dug our way out of the Angel’s Well
We taste it’s holy, holy spell
It’s hot like all the stars from hell. .How it serves us well.
We paint symbols on sharp cliffs
We dance to thunder when the night sky shifts
We hear the cities, they’re always calling
They want that magic to keep from falling
We cover our faces with the skulls of dead cattle
They come in handy just before the battle
The angel calls us to give us his orders
He says the first thing is to drink from my waters.
We swore that we would never tell
But we dug our way out of the Angel’s Well
We taste it’s holy, holy spell
It’s hot like all the stars from hell. .How it serves us well.