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