As I walked along the supposed golden path,
I was confronted by mysterious spectres.
They pointed to the graveyard, over and yonder hill.
I paused in cosmic reflection,
Confused and wondering, of how I came to die.
Hmmm…
I was confused, for if I was dead.
How and why, did I die?
But I composed myself.
And decided I should face it.
But I stood there alive on the supposed golden path,
And I was confronted by powerful demon force.
They said 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 him, 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 seen in the distance, silver mountains rising high in the clouds.
And a voice from above did wisper some shining answer from the moon.
Please forgive me, I never meant to hurt you. [x5]
(As I walked along)
Please forgive me, (As I walked along)
I never meant to hurt you. (As I walked along)
(As I walked along) [x2]
Please forgive me, I never meant to hurt you.