Goya - Rites of Hashage lyrics

Buried deep within the key of solomon the king 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 pa**ing 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)