Deep in the damp Where the shadows collide Under the roots where the ancient things hide The soil is breathing, the neon moss glows I follow the scent that the night wind blows On with the blade and a lantern of bone Walking the grid of the kingdom unknown My eyes are wide open, my pulse starts to race The spores in the air are dictating the pace It calls from the dirt, it sings to my mind The sacred distortion that I came to find One touch on the cap, the world starts to bend The hunt is now over, the trip can commence SHROOM HUNT! Into the mycelium maze! SHROOM HUNT! Blinding the night with a haze! Flesh of the gods, heavy and cold, Breaking the secrets the centuries hold! Silence returns. The forest is still. The poison or medicine? Bending my will. The canopy melts into rivers of light, I am the hunter... devoured by night. Spore by spore. Vein by vein. Wash away the logic. Welcome the rain. SHROOM HUNT! The ego is starting to break! SHROOM HUNT! The forest is fully awake! Deep in the damp... The hunt is done. Now... We are one.
