Angel's Well

We do our magic in the red desert
 Our hands wear gloves from skins of a lizard
 We summon black clouds to fill our lake
 And rain starts falling like teeth from a snake
 We've got the password sewn to our eyelid
 We live in great caverns where the holy saints hid
 We licked our wounds by the tongue of heaven
 We know the meaning of the number of seven
 We swore that we would never tell
 But we dug our way out of the Angel's Well
 We taste it's holy, holy spell
 It's hot like all the stars from hell . .How it serves us well.
 We paint symbols on sharp cliffs
 We dance to thunder when the night sky shifts
 We hear the cities, they're always calling
 They want that magic to keep from falling
 We cover our faces with the skulls of dead cattle
 They come in handy just before the battle
 The angel calls us to give us his orders
 He says the first thing is to drink from my waters.
 We swore that we would never tell
 But we dug our way out of the Angel's Well
 We taste it's holy, holy spell
 It's hot like all the stars from hell . .How it serves us well.