The town that is living, in the deep dark past

All that is spoken, is not a secret for to last

Since the first birth, words must only be quiet

Growing up and knowing the truth, not a riot

One certain Cave Captain, lived up on the hill

He ruled over the town, hearing all being a pill

In the cellar, he held all of the towns bunch of lies

Hidden secrets and mean things, hears their cries

You must only be, in possession of lies of three

Until you are one hundred, years old beyond thee