In crimson spots upon the snow so white You stand, unbowed by storm or raging night Small guardian of enchanted ancient glades A gift from Mother Nature, older than all blades Through every age, from fire to sacred flame People knelt before your scarlet crown of fame Siberian shamans, northern healers wise Drank your essence — and another world would rise O-o-o, scarlet crown O-o-o, white fire in the dark Mother Nature whispered: “I give you the spark…” Fly agaric, fly agaric, light in the bone cup shining! Through all the ages we healed with what Mother Nature provided Fly agaric, fly agaric, crimson beacon in the mist You strip away the ancient pain — and the soul is born again to exist! You cleanse the liver, quench the black smoke of inflammation’s fire Ease the spasms like a mother soothes her child in dire In tiny doses — healer, in wise amounts — a guide to stars above You remember how our ancestors mended wounds with your red blood of love From aching bones to shadows deep within the mind From hidden parasites to sleepless nights we find You were the medicine when science had no name When humankind trusted only forest, sky, and flame O-o-o, the forest hides you through the centuries O-o-o, some fear you, some bow twice in reverence But those who recall the ancient vow Drink you like the elixir of truth right now… Fly agaric, fly agaric, my heart is set ablaze! Through all the ages we healed with what Mother Nature provided Fly agaric, fly agaric, eternal guardian in the dawn’s first rays You burn the lies to ash — and once more I can breathe, I’m unafraid! You’re neither poison nor evil, you’re the border between realms The thinnest thread connecting “here” to “forever” at the helm One drop — and the body remembers how to sing One drop — and the gods speak to us again Mother Nature never errs — She remembers every kin Fly agaric, fly agaric, light in the bone cup shining! Through all the ages we healed with what Mother Nature provided Fly agaric, fly agaric, my crimson path through endless mist Lift me higher — to where I’m eternal, pure, and truly living! I drink of you — therefore I still remain… I still remain… Red on white… Gift of the Mother… Sleep, my little one… The forest remembers all… Through all the ages…
