Acrid scents arise from the foliage, blackest d**h From my window I gasp in awe as I gaze at them Under the blood green moon, discoloured, vile They a**imilate into my nightmares Oh and as they slither across my mind They plant their seeds for our worlds domination The end is near, a trail of mucus laced with fear Has slimed across the earth, heralding his rebirth The lord of plagues, this puss we spew has paved the way For the second coming of the one true Pod Hell hath no fury like a mollusk scorned, you've been warned Their jaws, shall open wide and devour this world, heed these words From the pits of Kak he rises and consumes The virgin's blood; upon the altar of shrooms Vociferus one, infernal god Whose giant foot blackens the sun Into the black pools of the Ick, his supplicants descend To be born again, knowing life without end