In a deep deep well,
Where I dwell,
I can smell,
All the stale, stale,
Souls.
And I hear,
Bells are near,
And it's clear,
Death is here,
In the walls.
Now I know,
Fear will grow,
Hearts will slow,
Life will flow,
Down the halls.
Then last,
Low the mast,
Trumpet blast,
Life has past.