Elements of Dysfunction - Don't Answer the Bell

Now, every fall when the creek runs high,
A bell sounds low where the dead leaves lie.
If you hear it pause outside your wall, hold your breath,
Kill the lamp, don't call.
I'll tell you this plain from the scars on my hand: that hollow still takes what it thinks it was owed.
I left my own brother beneath that pine,
And something down there still remembers mine.
Don't answer the bell in the mountain,