In the first part of the ritual
They brought me to the cottage
The olds of the village surrounded me
And dressed me with their finest clothes
They painted the holy symbols
From my shoulder to my waist
With this emerald coloured body paint
I proudly entered the feast
In the second part of the ritual
They guided me to the front
We were heading to the fire god
And the shaman showed me the way
Only I was standing there
In front of the fiery gorge
Of course it was kept a secret
But that doesn't matter anymore
Anymore