Letra Rites of Hashage - Goya

Rites of Hashage

A bloody conjuration came unto me
In the days and hours of saturn it’s screaming in my head
The voice distorted through the haze yet i still recall every word that it said
It said
The highest council has filled this bong
With water from the river styx
We’ve packed this bowl with weed from distant galaxies
Come forth my child take this hit
From the waters down below bubbles up the wrathful smoke
Demonic laughs begin to rise as i exhale and realize
The stars are passing by
In the blink of a bloodshot eye
The horror of the unknown has settled in
There’s no return from this trip
The highest council has filled this bong
With water from the river styx
We’ve packed this bowl with weed from distant galaxies
Come forth my child it’s your hit
It’s your hit (x4)