Into the glowing Darkness We travel the shining black serpent That plugs us straight into the heart of this nightmare. At the end of this river is the end of this war Its banks peopled with the dreams of men Now penetrating the stillness Throwing seeds into the wounds of the ruined land Watching the jungle slide by Passing the thundering smoke of the Falls At the end of this river It will only smell of sickness and slow death We were wrong, beyond wrong To try and create a paradise, a calm on this raging stream Everything's gone now Even the bonds born out of terror Even within this darkest of hearts Upon this sleepless river If only this were just madness If only, if only...