Feel the rotting wind Flying through the warm night Leave me here In the cage of moon-light
Down this river to hell we’re sailing Deep into this ancient land The jungle’s whispers call me Their taunts can break the hardest heart A hunt for wealth and the spoils of ivory Plundered at the cost of slave’s blood Liars trade for souls of men At the barrels of their guns
A demigod by his own hand Tyrant from a foreign land Visionary’s white fire Lighting the blinded torch Alone with his own madness Even a hero falls Prey to the nagging weakness Within this darkened heart
This river carries the blood of injustice Through the veins of Earth’s heart “The Horror, the horror..”
Even the genius must Face the terror Hiding in the forest of his mind The true savage waits Within the ego Your own truth Becomes lies
Grab your rifles men And take a swig of the last rum Gallantly we charge To reclaim our outpost
Shrunken heads on wooden poles Their gazes blank and empty No longer of our kind The visionary’s gone blind
Even the genius must Face the terror Hiding in the forest of his mind The true savage waits Within the ego Your own truth Becomes lies
You die a coward But you’re a braver man than I All wounds never heal
Here in this heart of darknessTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
