Chronolith

Stoned, as stoned as the builders of this bud-bastion must have beenHigh, so high, so high, high above the summit circled calmly be green cloudsSmoke, the smoke is drawn forth from the buds of inner earthDeep, deep beneath the core burn their coals, primordial nugsBe not afraid, such sticky plantsThought extinct, these buds allwarmly pulse with subtle lifeAscend the winding steps, ancient monumentBuilt by old gods, here as a symbol of their masteryDo not fear, forbidden plantsSeen as divine, these buds all swell to the tune of the ChronolithClimb, you can climb to the top, you're so high you may prefer to jump and dieFreak, freak the fuck out as the earth begins to shakeThe earth slowly shakesSmoke billows forth from the Chronolith, calling forth the end of your universeDark clouds, pummeling blackness, its stench comes thick into the night airFear not these clouds they do not maimBut beware, these potent herbs excite the brain