1. The 420th Crusade

Prepare the extermination machines
We stand at the brink of war
Vowing till death to fight
Against pot oppression
The laws and legislation put into place
Will all be erased
From its ashes a new world order
But first they have to pay!

The blood is flowing...
The call of the aPOTcalypse is nigh!
The call of the aPOTcalypse is nigh!

Stoner soldiers march to certain death
Our pointless lives will finally have
True meaning in war!

Vengeance will be ours!

THE 420th CRUSADE

Behold the giant clouds of smoke
Billowing up from the battlefield
Chronic killers, Dank bud domination,
Poser extermination

Total chaos erupts as we make the first strike
On these crooked politicians with no right
They think they can decide
How we enjoy ourselves?
We're forced to obey
Never again will we be treated as their slaves

Rolling the doobies for the slaughter
We must get high for all the murder
Blazing up as we form rank
Mighty warriors pledging allegiance to the dank

Corpses piled up to the sky
Our brutal vengeance
Will not be denied
Empty eyes of the slain are locked eternally
In the horrific final moment of their death

THE 420th CRUSADE
THE 420th CRUSADE
THE 420th CRUSADE
THE 420th CRUSADE

Rolling the doobies for the slaughter
We must get high for all the murder
Blazing up as we form rank
Mighty warriors pledging allegiance to the dank

2. In Dank Purity

Watching, waiting...
The wretched art that soon I'll be creating
is placating my abhorrent evil lust
my illness in the stillness
is worsened by voices so relentless
I can't resist their hideous and unyielding commandment

My victim's home alone, its late at night...
I have been studying her every movement
Smoking weed she did not notice me
sneaking into her dark apartment

So close I can smell her lovely skin
Bloodcurdling murder will soon begin
The gleam of the knife raised above my head
fills me with remorse it will be stained by bloodshed

I FEEL!
A wave of sick pleasure as I begin stabbing her
MURDER!
Gore showers on me I am filled with ecstasy
I FEEL!
A wave of sick pleasure as I begin stabbing her

ALL IN DANK PURITY

Gagging on blood, a quick struggle
her whimpering only makes me chuckle
I try to savor each and every moment
euphoric my face locked in an evil grin
I shall unlock the beauty deep within
her lungs still contain the smoke of her final toke

Insane, Psychotic
each slash and stab i find very erotic
A monster reveling in depravity
I can not control these urges
or when the demon inside reemerges
This violence is the only thing thats real within myself

I FEEL!
A wave of sick pleasure as I begin stabbing her
MURDER!
Gore showers on me I am filled with ecstasy
I FEEL!
A wave of sick pleasure as I begin stabbing her

ALL IN DANK PURITY

Not done yet, so frantic i've become obsessed
breaking the ribs to open up her chest
Take time to admire the heavenly organs
cannot wait to poke a small hole in her lung
inhale the smoke inside this pretty one
my repugnant vision is now done..

3. Final Exhalation

Feel the blood flow out your veins
As you start to die
See the deep wounds in your wrists
A gruesome suicide...

Life is slipping away but it isn't over yet
There's one last moment before
You breathe the final breath
Exhale the smoke inside
Then gaze within the cloud
Behold the vision so hideous and foul

The vapor takes shape into a grotesque face
Eerie glowing green eyes
Now are loathsomely gazing upon you

Terror that shakes you to your very soul
So close now to the brink of death
As your body begins to grow cold
A ghastly voice speaks

"Eternal damnation awaits
Upon the final exhalation"
"Eternal damnation awaits
Upon the final exhalation"

Slowly your heart stops beating,
Eyes close now forever
The light does not come, this demon of reefer
Devours your soul, cursing it to the void
Another stoner claimed for its hellish master

Feel the blood flow out your veins
As you start to die
See the deep wounds in your wrists
A gruesome suicide...

Life is slipping away but it isn't over yet
There's one last moment before
You breathe the final breath
Exhale the smoke inside
Then gaze within the cloud
Behold the vision so hideous and foul

4. Chronic Breed

Death is all around me...
The battle rages on in the year 4020
Taken prisoner by weed overlords
I fear for my life and have lost
All hope of being saved

They feast on our flesh
Taking their revenge
The screams of pain and anguish is all I can hear
Surely it will drive me insane

Kill me...
Locked in a cage
So confused and cold
What horrors are awaiting?
How has this become my fate?
Dragged from the cage by a rusty hook through my ribcage to be hung over a flame to cook

I feel my body burning
Intense anguish takes hold as my organs begin melting
Screaming in pain as I die
The fetid odor of charred flesh fills the sky

All to feed
The chronic breed...

My smoldering corpse
Devoid of all life is thrown crassly into a giant grinder

My remains made into the perfect fertilizer to feed the Sativa Queen
Ancient cruel leader that gave birth to these foul pot creatures
This offering pleases their master
Humans are on the menu now!

Sickening bright green ooze
Seeps out the eggs sacks
Harvested by the slaves
High grade this mucus
Coveted, treated as a delicacy
A holy gift to the queen's addicted army

Day by day the eggs hatch with no end in sight
The world is barren wasted
Populated with her vile spawn
All life faces its extinction
All to feed the chronic breed!

The chronic breed...

Kill me...
Locked in a cage
So confused and cold
What horrors are awaiting?
How has this become my fate?
Dragged from the cage by a rusty hook through my ribcage to be hung over a flame to cook

5. In Battle There Is No Pot

Begin the training, your strength must grow
My ancient wisdom will now live through you

Obey! I am your master
Bow! You lack discipline
Control the power that grows within you
A great warrior shall you soon become

The final lesson that will be taught
In battle there is no pot!

Every thousand years a tournament is held in the realm of strife
There you must fight for your life

Fighters from far off lands
Wage combat to the death
For the prize of very dank hydroponic herb

With focused mind and deadly strikes
Prove yourself to the gods
Rising up the honored ranks to face one final foe

Welcome warriors!
The gods of pain have brought us here to honor them with blood!
Let the fight begin!

The ultimate test of your will has come
You step into the pit showing no fear
Wise ones gather to witness the climactic confrontation
The crowd begins to murmur
A skunky smell fills your nostrils

They open the gates to allow the champion to enter

Behold the behemoth of bud
Its gnashing jaws, its ripping claws
Tearing at your flesh
Blood spills to the ground
Hopelessly you try to fight

At the last moment before you surely die
You manage to see a torch blazing nearby

Reach!
It is in your grasp
Flame!
Now a weapon
Ignite!
The vile creature
As it burns you somehow survive

6. Grass Obliteration

My out of control obsession
With cheefing tons of weed
Has made me antisocial,
I have been cast from society
Soon I will have my revenge
On those that kept me down
I will not rest until the whole world's burning

Building a machine perfect for killing
Certain death is coming
For all those who oppose me
I am hostile! I am armed!
With a powered exoskeleton
Bringing bulletproof pain

Converted engine
Burning the methane from Cannabis
The pistons pump so perfectly on T.H.C.

Turrets fully loaded
Targets have been locked
My finger's on the trigger
Bring forth my havoc!

People screaming the police can do nothing
Carnage, destruction
My day of retribution's begun

Slaughtering my tormentors
Laughing at the blood and gore
This anguish that I feel inside
I feel no longer when I watch them die!

Grass obliteration!
Grass obliteration!

7. Left Hand Pass

Dark knowledge long have I sought
But have not found
The magic spells and incantations
That would astound
My research has led me to find a decrepit library
Lost in time,
Buried by Puritans fearing its witchcraft
Will this be the key to unlocking
What I have been looking for?
I must go this is the only way
To satisfy my dark desire

I go deep into the forest near the town of Salem
In an overgrown passage awaits salvation
In darkest night I walk alone upon this trail
The pale moonlight reflects the glow of evil sigils
I cut my palm and drip warm blood onto the altar
A door is revealed,
The passageway beckons me inside
I am afraid this ghostly entrance is where I will die

Stepping down the staircase and through the cobwebs
The foul smell of death fills me with dread

This place left undisturbed for ages
Contains the dust covered pages
Of the Necronomichron

I make sure to speak the words precisely
So the spells will work
Cannot fail or I am sent to Hell
Inside the circle I stand the ritual has now begun
The ritual has now begun!

The room goes cold as I read the incantation
Every word spoken brings me such strange sensations
Countless ghostly spirits unleashed suddenly
Chaotically swirling around me

"Bring forth the lord of flies
I seek his offerings,
Hear my command!"

A horrific demon appears
In a burst of flame to do my bidding
I command it to bring me a joint of Hell's sativa
From a bag made of human flesh
It pulls out a doober
I spark it up making sure
To pass it with my left hand

The joke was on me
That joint was all stems and seeds

8. Effigy Of The Forgetful

Nightmares torment me
Evil visions of death
Why must these terrors
Relentlessly infect my mind
A nightmare from which I can never escape
Am I now doomed to never awake?
To never awake...

In the haze of my restless slumber
A ghastly sight appears before me
A thousand maggot infested burnt out stoners
Foul rotting dead exhumed from the soil
All of them nailed to unholy crosses
A grotesque homage to the dark lord

Paralyzed in fear I must now watch
This evil effigy to the forgetful raised to the sky
Their stomachs bloat with worms
I vomit at the sight and smell
When corpses begin to spill out all their innards
Showering guts
A fountain of blood
A lake of pus
Only the sound of my own screaming
Can be heard during this brutal display

Effigy of the forgetful

Overtaken with shock I begin twitching
My mind cannot comprehend this vile beauty
I am reduced to nothing
My fragile grip on sanity slips away

I fall to my knees pleading for mercy
I know the gods of this realm are only laughing
Hooded figures surround me
An empty cross awaits
My destiny...

Nightmares torment me
Evil visions of death
Why must these terrors
Relentlessly infect my mind

Never escape...
I will never awake...
Never awake...
Never awake...

9. Papyrus Containing The Spell To Protect Its Possessor Against Attacks From He Who Is In The Bong Water

Sativa master, mighty lord of weed
(Mighty lord of weed)
Please grant your knowledge unto me

The foul bringer of bud shall be
Reborn in the smoke (reborn in the smoke)
Invoke holy spirit of the one most dank

Long have we
Traveled seeking
Weed most divine
We must get high

You stand upon necks of authority
At each side the bongs of chaos
Thousands of dead shall lay before me
Roasting the bones of our enemy... the enemy...

"Read from the papyrus containing the spell to protect its possessor against attacks from he who is in the bong water"

Protection from the loathsome
Non-smokers we seek
Oh great one of exalted herb please bestow us
With your dank gifts
Bowls that burn the souls of the slain
Praise to the altars of glass
Bless us with your exhalation
Open your holy lungs
Savage and unmerciful
Laying waste to everything
Primordial anger
Now unleashed!

You stand upon necks of authority
At each side the bongs of chaos
Thousands of dead shall lay before me
Roasting the bones of our enemy... the enemy...

"Read from the papyrus containing the spell to protect its possessor against attacks from he who is in the bong water"

10. The Fiends That Come To Steal The Weed Of The Deceased

On a cold slab growing cold in my morgue
Two stoners dead from asphyxiation
An experiment in smoking marijuana gone wrong
Led them to choke on the smoke
I'm sure they thought they could handle it
A 40 foot bong packed with an ounce
Their heads blew off
In my profession I've seen a lot of things.
But nothing quite like this
But nothing quite like this...

Searching through their pockets
I hit the jackpot
I pull out a small bag of herb
I stare at all the crystal covered buds
A maddening craving begins to take over
I must taste for myself
The lethal cheeba
That brought these young stoners' demise
I roll a small joint
The moment the smoke enters my lungs
I lose all sense of reality
Have I now gone crazy?

Strange colors and shapes
Unlike anything I have ever seen
Make me fall to the floor in a quivering heap
Thoughts and sensations so strange
I fear I have gone insane
Am I dead?
Am I alive?

Panic overtakes me I want this torture to end
I grab a nearby scalpel and ram it into my neck
My white lab is quickly turning to red
My sweet release is coming soon
When I am dead
When I am dead...
When I am dead...