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Stoned, as stoned as the builders of this bud-bastion must have beenHigh, so high, high above is the summit circled calmly by green cloudsSmoke, the smoke is drawn forth from the buds of inner earthDeep, deep beneath in the core burn their coals, primordial nugsBe not afraid, such sticky plantsThought extinct, these buds all warmly pulse with subtle lifeAscend the winding steps, ancient monumentBrought by old ones to our sphere in a long lost ageMaster buildersWizzards fadedAscend the winding stairs, ancient monumentBuilt by old gods, here is 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 darkness. its stench comes thick into the night airFear not these clouds they do not maimBut beware, these potent plants excite the brain From Letras Mania