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Rites of Hashage

from 777 (10th Anniversary Edition) by Goya

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Buried deep within The Key of Solomon the King
A bloody conjuration came unto me
In the days and hours of Saturn it's screaming in my head
The voice distorted through the haze, yet i still recall every word that it said
It said

The Highest Council has filled this bong
With water from the river Styx
We've packed this bowl with weed from distant galaxies
Come forth my child, take this hit

From the waters down below bubbles up the wrathful smoke
Demonic laughs begin to rise as i exhale and realize

The stars are passing by
In the blink of a bloodshot eye
The horror of the unknown has settled in
There's no return from this trip

The Highest Council has filled this bong
With water from the river Styx
We've packed this bowl with weed from distant galaxies
Come forth my child, it's your hit

It's your hit
It's your hit
It's your hit
It's your hit

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from 777 (10th Anniversary Edition), released February 9, 2024

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Goya Phoenix, Arizona

Jeffrey Owens
Sonny DeCarlo
Marcus Bryant
Cj Sholtis

Doom metal from the desert. Sounds like 500 watts of tubes coming out of 24 speakers in a 15-passenger van.

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