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• Artiste: Cannabis Corpse
• Titre: Chronolith
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Stoned, as stoned as the builders of this bud-bastion must have been High, so high, high above is the summit circled calmly by green clouds Smoke, the smoke is drawn forth from the buds of inner earth Deep, deep beneath in the core burn their coals, primordial nugs Be not afraid, such sticky plants Thought extinct, these buds all warmly pulse with subtle life Ascend the winding steps, ancient monument Brought by old ones to our sphere in a long lost age Master builders Wizzards faded Ascend the winding stairs, ancient monument Built by old gods, here is a symbol of their mastery Do not fear, forbidden plants Seen as divine, these buds all swell to the tune of the chronolith Climb, you can climb to the top, you're so high you may prefer to jump and die Freak, freak the fuck out as the earth begins to shake The earth slowly shakes Smoke billows forth from the chronolith, calling forth the end of your universe Dark clouds, pummeling darkness. its stench comes thick into the night air Fear not these clouds they do not maim But beware, these potent plants excite the brain