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03/05/2026
The River
Par Cult
Album : Best of Rare 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

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 darkside, yeah yeah yeah

The darkside yeah yeah

Turnaround darkside yeah turnaound

Give me the darkside

Yeah yeah...

I have travelled 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 ...

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