O the deep
O'er the deep, deep primordial Spring
The kingdom of carrion are circling
Swirling, rising upon Lord Micca's call
Of creatures come to final crawls
O the deep, deep Wakulla Spring
To your pure, clear waters bring
Bring the spoils of earthly toils
Cast them down to ever upward roil
Come O Henry, accept our sacrifice
Golden silver of unmeasurable price
Grant us passage beyond this kingdom
To eternal welling above the carrion.
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