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Lord of the buzz is rising on the moonless night.

Left is the path he points, with dim stars he aligned.

He is a crimson haze in space he freely roams.

Feeds on the lusty deeds, he grows, he grows.

Saturn's in eleventh house, all our shells are cracked.

Before our pineal eye, high dimensions wrap.

Through sky we interact, we touch his endless sleep.

His dreams are weaving future days, our days.

Oh, keep us at heights, yeah.

Oh, keep us high!

He rules the night alone. ~Praise the unholy smoke~

Only light is the red flame. ~Praise the unholy smoke~

Hold it, hold it, don't you wake him up. ~Praise the unholy smoke~

In his paradise we all unite. ~Praise the unholy smoke~

Rise, shine, oh mighty shaper of the lights.

Riot, riot, let's claim this putrefying earth.

You elude from minds of weak-willed and the plain.

Rise, fly, rule this godforsaken rock.

He rules the night alone. ~Praise the unholy smoke~

Only light is the red flame. ~Praise the unholy smoke~

Hold it, hold it, don't you wake him up. ~Praise the unholy smoke~

In his paradise we all unite. ~Praise the unholy smoke~

Praise the almighty haze, yeah.

Oh, please, oh help me!

Please, let us bind in your sphere!