These desolate lands know all too well
The deep and dark monster that lurks in the well
His body scaled in bright yellow scales, that shimmer
For he is a mighty fine swimmer.
He lurks in the well for many a year
Prying on a lonesome wanderer's coldest fear
He has not a reason to stalk these folks
He does it because he feels an urge
He kills the wanderer in cold blood
For he has not a care to give
He enjoys the air that comes with death
These desolate lands know all too fitting
The deep and dark monster that lurks in the well
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