As I walked along
The supposed golden path
I was confronted
By a mysterious spectre
He pointed to the graveyard
Over on yonder hill
I paused in cosmic reflection
Confused and wondering
Of how I came to die
I was confused
'Cause if I was dead
How and why did I die
But I composed myself
And decided I should face it
But I stood paralized
On the supposed golden path
And I was confronted
By a powerful demon force
They say it was the devil
And when he spoke his words
Flowed like glowing lava
from the mouth of a volcano
And I said: Help me, lord!
I found myself in some kind of hell!
But I did not believe in a heaven-and-hell
Worlds-in-opposite kind-of-reality
But I gained control of myself
And decided to press on
And as I walked along
The supposed golden path
I was trembling with fear
All the lions and the wizards yet to come
I've seen them in the distance
Silver mountains rising high in the clouds
And a voice from above did whisper
Some shining answer from the womb

Please, forgive me, I never meant to hurt you!