Necrobongicon from Necrobongicon (single) by Seed of the Sorcerer, Womb of the Witch

Demonic spells etched into glass
A Bong forged to raise the dead

Ignite herb, fill your lungs
Exhale evil enchantments into the air

Living flesh begins to rot
Incantations wrought in the curling smoke

Curses cast, witch’s maw laughs
Stoned zombies rise with a thirst for brains

Wasted high, the flesh begins to necrotize
The curse will spread with every bite
Corpses shamble forth bringing demise
Zombie infection, the stoner’s blight

The bowl is smoked, reduced to ash
Undead rise to feast on flesh
corpses crawling from their graves
entrails piling up in their wake

NECRO BONGICON

Savagely, they tear through skin
To quench their thirst on the guts within

Necromancy through THC
Black Magic and smoking green
Paralyzed by weed and unable to flee

Remorseless husks devouring
All of the flesh that’s in sight

The bong’s spell shall cover the earth
In a smoky, crimson fog
Violent death brings horrific rebirth
The sound of gnashing jaws
Amidst screams of agony
Blood rushes from their gaping maws
The need for chronic spells their doom
A grave of aromatic gore
The world, a resin-soaked tomb
Lifeless bodies stacked to the sky
Monoliths of horrific death
The reaper's blade fell because they had to get high

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