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

Fear not these clouds they do not maim

But beware, these potent plants excite the brain