Holy undying Lay down Rest your weary eyes Breath Up on that lonesome mountain A rose and orchid bloom See how they wither Burn I see that old stone in your eye Beautiful and black and wanting Oh how it gleams 'neath the open sky And drinks once more from the river winding A crooked smile slides across your face Your crimson hands forever writhing You serpentine with eerie grace And drink once more from the river winding Those nimble teeth, oh how they shine They dig a hole empty and haunting And as that void wraps 'round your spine Your blood runs cold with the river rising Where will you go when the well runs dry? Where will you go when the well runs dry? Where will you go when the well runs dry? Where will you go when the well runs dry?