Conquerors of Chronageddon - Cannabis Corpse

It’s in our sights, glowing in the distance

The ancient bong foretold in ancient cryptic texts

A huge armed fortress is what what stands in our way

We are prepared… Prepared to die on this fine day

We will show no fear with weapons now ablaze

The grim reefers coming

It is now time to fight!

Getting high off of death

Conquerors of Chronageddon

Getting high off of death

Conquerors of Chronageddon

Bursting through the gates, the final battle awaits

Our enemies will feel deaths sweet embrace

Accept your fate, massive explosions detonate

Splattering gore on to the cold concrete

War in our veins, only the strong will remain

Dark blood is falling like rain

Slaughtered legions

Killings begun

Corpses piling

People dying

No time to get lit

Inhale your final hit

We have just one mission

The bong must be returned

The stench of rotting corpses covers the war-torn battlefield

The carnage is far from over, their gruesome fate has now been sealed

The towers start to crumble, we laugh as it topples to the ground

The relic wait on it’s altar, it is now ours to take

Getting high off of death

Conquerors of Chronageddon

Getting high off of death

Conquerors of Chronageddon

Foretold by the gods, with power beyond good and evil

Rumored to bestow eternal life

Rumors had spread it could grant eternal life

A huge bong blast right to the head