Rites of Hashage - Goya

A bloody conjuration came unto me

In the days and hours of saturn it’s screaming in my head

The voice distorted through the haze yet i still recall every word that it said

It said

The highest council has filled this bong

With water from the river styx

We’ve packed this bowl with weed from distant galaxies

Come forth my child take this hit

From the waters down below bubbles up the wrathful smoke

Demonic laughs begin to rise as i exhale and realize

The stars are passing by

In the blink of a bloodshot eye

The horror of the unknown has settled in

There’s no return from this trip

The highest council has filled this bong

With water from the river styx

We’ve packed this bowl with weed from distant galaxies

Come forth my child it’s your hit

It’s your hit (x4)