Macabre Visions On A Midsummer's Eve

The fathomless depths of Classenwell
are never ending
A blackened pit of despair
A place of mystery and tragedy
Under the tor
Lonesome travelers beware
The gateway to another plane
So cold and dark
The spirits reach out to you
To show you things won't believe
In black waters
The next parishioner's doom.

On a Midsummer's Eve
A voice cries out
As though in torment, a door to purgatory
If you stare into the abyss
The abyss stares back
A vision of agony.

Endless myths surround the pool
Of Classenwell
Tales of the undead
They come to seek their revenge
On the living
Spreading fear and dread
Tainted by the blood of man
Drowned in torment
By spirits trapped in the beyond
Rejects of the Devil himself
The eternally wronged.

I won't die.

Beware
Beware
The spirits of Classenwell
Travel there if you dare.(X2)

On the next midsummer's night in the heart of the English moor
Keep away from Cramber tor and evil of Classenwell pool.