Succumbed into delusions
Feasting on hallucinogens
An entire flock of cheerful and jolly beings
In a paradox and bizarre carnival
Colorful floats constructed by rotten carcasses
Uncanny chants, tenebrous sight
The psychedelic tribe of doom
Shall make you freeze with horror
The villainous Shaman spoketh:
‘Thou shall live off peyote and dissolved strychnine’
‘Thou shall maim and kill the infidels’
Though shall feast on their flesh and drink their bodily fluids
And they kept on living…
Madly ever after…
They kept on blowing their brass horns,
Hitting warped notes,
Turning crazier day by day