So long adolescence of the frightened souls You're entering the ritual Lay down your every fear upon the altar, child. Prepare to play the man's role. Lay me down on sacramental ground Lay me low in times of woe Headlong little one into the wild unknown With creatures and the cold night Stay strong, the sounds of screaming's just a sacred rite Of death begetting new life. Lay me down on sacramenral ground Lay me low in times of woe. There's a road less travelled and a life less led. It's the path between your spirits and the voice in your head. We are here but for the grace of everyrhing divine. It's the providence we must find.