Under the violet moon Where the dead things dream A red crown rises From the blackened green Beneath a sky of bleeding stars The silver moon hangs low I found a kingdom under roots Where nothing wants to grow Blue eyes bloom in midnight soil Red caps split the stone Every spore a little death Every corpse a throne The forest breathes The forest knows The buried names Begin to grow BOW TO THE MUSHROOM KING BENEATH HIS POISON CROWN HE FEEDS UPON THE FALLEN WHILE THE HEAVENS BURN DOWN BOW TO THE MUSHROOM KING LET THE OLD WORLD DIE WE ARE THE SPORES OF NOTHING DRIFTING THROUGH THE EYE A skeleton beneath the cap Smiles with a mouth of green Its hollow hands embrace the stem Like some forgotten queen The flowers grow from funeral bones Their petals black and white And every bell begins to ring When daylight loses sight I drank the sap I kissed the flame I heard the moon Speak out my name BOW TO THE MUSHROOM KING BENEATH HIS POISON CROWN HE FEEDS UPON THE FALLEN WHILE THE HEAVENS BURN DOWN BOW TO THE MUSHROOM KING LET THE OLD WORLD DIE WE ARE THE SPORES OF NOTHING CAST INTO THE SKY The sun has grown a rotten face Its golden teeth decay The moon devours the dying light And pulls the stars away I wear the skull beneath the cap I wear the night inside The mushroom opens like a door And something waits behind No heaven left No hell below Only roots That never let go BOW TO THE MUSHROOM KING THE LAST GOD UNDERGROUND HE RAISES UP THE DEAD WITH A LOW AND HOLY SOUND BOW TO THE MUSHROOM KING LET YOUR HUMAN FORM UNWIND BECOME THE ROOT BECOME THE SPORE BECOME THE DARKNESS THAT WAS WAITING BEHIND YOUR MIND.
