Peter Hammill
Aguirre
And as the river runs
Its course down to the sea
The ghosts are all around you
And El Dorado's etched into your memory
Spun deep into your fevered dreams
The golden seam
Of consciousness agleam

There's the story
Caught between the fictional and the fact
Chasing down the glory that you sought in every act

There's the mystery
You thought you were the master of your own fate
Ancient history synchronises with the current date
And you come to learn too late
The road you've chosen

And in the heavens all the stars are now aligned
Past and present intertwined

And now the raft's come adrift
You feel it shifting like quicksand under your feet
The unpredictable twist
You got the gist of the story, or so you think
In the available light
Push all the stops, try to paint yourself whiter than white
You say you act in food faith
But here you are, face to face with Aguirre, the wrath of God
And though the raft's come adrift
Your spirit's lifted to find that you're still afloat
It keeps on giving, the gift
And in mysterious ways you still hold out hope
Salvation comes at a price
So you surrender yourself to dramatic device
Though you don't quite understand
Still here you are, hand in hand with Aguirre, the wrath of God