The Cult Follow

I have traveled 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
Hands of love hands of treason
Oh, shift the doctor, ditch the bones
On the river, on the river

Turnaround, turnaround, yeah, turnaround
Beating the dark side, yeah, yeah, yeah
The dark side, yeah, yeah
Turnaround dark side yeah turn around
Give me the dark side, yeah, yeah

I have traveled far
Unto this pagan hole
Where nothing is real
A place so pure as gold

Deep inside my heart
I can feel he is near me
Cold sweat drips down
Illusion and fear
On the river, on the river, on the river