The Eternal Well

I saw a vision in the swirling mist A stone heart bleeding into a lion's fist Thirteen cherub line the road Where into the darkness, a caravan rolled Follow the passage down Gaining ground by the hour Led by a holy sound And consumed by its power Amongst these strangers, I did ride The sun now rising to paint the sky And in this dawning, a tower gleamed The likes of man had never seen Follow the passage down Gaining ground by the hour Led by a holy sound And consumed by its power A call went out upon an ancient horn The sound familiar as a distant storm There came three riders in cloaks of white They gave us entry into the tower bright As the latch behind us fell We saw our reflections in the eternal well Follow the passage down Gaining ground by the hour Led by a holy sound And consumed by its power Since I awoke upon the floor that night The days they come and they will go Yet I keep searching, searching for that sound To lead me back from where I fell