High on the ancient horse,
bringing the sword of stone
Long have they heard the call,
the voices that caught them all

Slaughter and pain is prayed,
seeking to kill in one
Growing the powerweed,
sharping the blades of steel

He saw the rules become,
follow like slaves beyond
Carving a bong for fight,
clearing the mind from shame

You're in my mind, so slow I can't breathe,
my mind holding my head
My mind is alone, never I hide
You know I smoke, but I'll never die,
I know I'll die...