We are here gathered under the pale moonlight To seek blessings. We offer sacrifice to the tube that rises from the temple pit We pledged our oath unto this dark device Evil Bong of the damned Discovered by slaves in the sand Calling Voice of the flame The one who goes by many names The pungent odor of Weed is stagnant in the air A thick green fog surrounds our dark layer Lets open the book from the Marijuana Gods The Necronomichron shall guide us in our prayers Behold the giant Bong That enlightens all those who inhale Faces swirl in its shaft Restless spirits locked in with Weedcraft Symbols carved at its base That took centuries to translate Beware to those that try In smoke thy lungs will be baptized It is preordained, that One is selected every four hundred thousand years Chosen from the eldest of our order for this gift most High The gateway of the chosen will then be opened for our masters dank sacrifice He will behold the sublime visions of the ones that are most wise Soon he will be..... Baptized Baptized Baptized Baptized in Bud He will ascend to the temples peak On staircases terrifying steep Where the mouthpiece to this bong awaits Behind the forbidden gates The Necronomichron Will guide him in the world beyond That lies within his mind In smoke his lungs will be baptized Baptized in Bud
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