The Circle of the Mushroom Ring: Apocalyptic Sanctification
Feasting I wonder when the crumble will begin? Alas we wait with our circle like friend. Darkness entwined the vines where I sit This shall be a night we gnomes won't forget.
History, mystery they all fall down The human like creatures know nothing in town for when we feast from this beautiful ring all us gnomes will dance and sing.
Singing of terror in shadows they fall creeping through forests watching them all. I feel the time it grows too near my senses feel nothing but their unwelcome fear. Burn...
Fire to fire and dust to dust Burn the village with pleasant disgust Reap what you sow and scream what you plead Ashes they fall, ashes they bleed.
Our minds are tuned with the ring of fate We are the gods we create. A mindless journey to tame the souls to fill our empty heart-seeking holes.
Chanting and dancing we cheerΒ through the streets the wind of fire such a beautiful beat. The cries of the children echo in flame as I mock there howls with laughter of pain.
Steady I walk designing it all Flooded by voices of the gnomes violent call. Releasing the rage, spear-stick in my hand right through the head, bold where I stand.
The village simmers but we do not Tearing apart what we feel should rot. The ground is no place for the blood of men ashes to ashes amen to amend The cravings wont stop, or my eyes will bleed. for the fate of mankind is the mushroom ring.
-Do not forgive us for we have not sinned We bless mother earth through our beautiful wind.-