The Holiest Place of the Cult of Stoned Mysteries
To step into the sanctified chamber of herb smoke
To enter a hot box of intoxicating green fumigation
And to meditate to dizzy heights of stoned euphoria
In the holy inner sanctum of psychedelic mind power
To experience happiness induced by cannabis buds
In the Sinabobue of the most holiest healing Jah bud
In the tabenacle of smokey wisdom and divine love
The tembil of Hashlam opens its doors to everyone
The wisdom of Bobbenbil is found in the sacred leaf
In the sanctified chamber of non stop ganjah toking
The vestibule to the sacred place is a fragrant haven
At the alter a burnt offering of aromatic smoke wafts
Veneration is given by pondering under pot influence
Feeling the spiritual delight of oily cannabis oblivion
Entering the ganjah kingdom of stoned high thought
To blaze the soul with holy smoke is jubilant insanity
An experience of pleasure and an eternal eye opener
To enter the holy chamber of herb fume is amazing
To be stoned yet again to ponder the eternal mystery
