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From the album 'Rite the First Time' (2001). No copyright infringement intended. Chant the age-old rite of passage: Send the boy king through the maze. Blur his thinking, silent masters, Set his senses all ablaze. Bring the torches, oh, my brothers, Bring the watchers, sound the horns. Bring the young men who can hear us, Summon them the maze of thorns. Out of time and out of magic, Out of dark antiquity, Out of mind and out of body, Bring the chosen ones to me. Call the towers, call the chanters, Call the women with their hands, Call the mystics, call the seers, Change the boy's eyes to the man's. Weave the mysteries together, Weave the branches harsh and dry. Weave the garlands for the girls Draw the line of the inner eye. Feed him flesh to blur his senses, Feed him grain to ground his feet, Feed him wine to dull his thinking, Take him where the chosen meet. Give the boy the tools of
