Any human village once finds itself All surrounded by the brown cloud of spores After it is gone, at your backyard Small and strange, mushrooms slowly grow
Next week villagers are happy to get mushroom crop Wow! Their food problem is now solved Until the mushrooms have become Too many and too tough to cut
Trapped and devoured by mushroom rings Aged, old and dead, vile spores within
When the mushrooms grow tall Taller than a bell tower Neither axe nor saw Can ever chop them
Get used to live in shade Of the mighty mushroom ring Can't run and can't escape The dazing slumber
Things grow old with every minute Living beings old in hours Walls and fences rot in few weeks Inside the glowing mushroom rings
Dead marshes in violet spore clouds Moldering dust in air and groundTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
