The River by Cult
I have travelled far
Unto this pagan hole
Where nothing is real
A place so pure and cold
She runs deep and strong
Twisting like a snake
A thousand miles long
A terror like a storm
On the river, on the river
Oh raining jangled tears
The shadows hold me near
Burn down the dawn
Now the furnace is gone yeah
Oh deep inside my heart
I can feel he is near me
Cold sweat drips down
Illusion and fear
On the river yeah
On the river yeah yeah
A Gunshot
A river demon
Baby burn down the citadel
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