Ode to The Smoke

The sun refused to shine And the cloud is the throne Surrounded by swamp of bones Foggy three days long Hail to the smoke Aah, aah, aah, aah Aah, aah, aah, aah Witches chanting their prayers Upon the grave of the death Tombs of ivory, wrapped in dust Become one with the desert Hail to the smoke Aah, aah, aah, aah Aah, aah, aah, aah Witches chanting their prayers Upon the grave of the death Tombs of ivory, wrapped in dust Become one with the desert Hail to the smoke Do not go gentle to the south Breathe the same smoke, inhale it intensely There never was a sacrifice Erase his name All hail to the smoke