[Buckland, Green]      Madmen know whereof the story is told   Children see what can't be seen by the old   Take my hand I'll show      Here comes the night and the light of the day   Long gone the shaman of old   Listen to silence and hear what it says   Down in the well of souls      Whispers call to us in the night   Listen with your heart and see with your mind   Take my hand and fly      Here comes the night and the light of the day   Long gone the shaman of old   Listen to silence and hear what it says   Down in the well of souls      Here in the well they can take you to hell   Down in the world far below   Or raise you to heaven where you can tell   You passed through the well of souls