As I walked along the supposed golden path I was confronted by a mysterious spectra 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 for if I was dead How and why did I die But I composed myself and decided I should face him
But I stood paralyzed on the supposed golden path And I was confronted by a powerful demon force He said he was the devil And when he spoke his words his words flowed like glowing lava From the mouth of a volcano And I said help Lord
I found myself in some kind of hell But I did not believe in a heaven and hell World in opposites kind of reality And I gained control of myself And I decided to press on
And as I walked along the supposed golden path I was trembling with fear oh the lions and wizards yet to come I see it in the distance silver mountains rising High in the coulds and a voice from above did whisper Some shining answer from the womb
