The Cult - The river

I have travelled far
Unto this pagan hole
Where nothing is real
A place so pure as gold
She runs deep and strong
Twisting like a snake
A thousand miles long
A terror like a storm
On the river, on the river

(...?) jangled tears
The shadows hold me near
Burn down the dawn
(...?)
Deep inside my heart i can feel he is near me
Cold sweat drips down
Illusion and fear
On the river, on the river

Gunshot
River demon
Hands of love hands of treason
( ... ??? ... )
On the river, on the river

Turnaround, turnaround yeah turnaround
Beating the darkside, yeah
The darkside
Turnaround darkside yeah turnaound
Beating the darkside ...

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 ...