Armed with a bag of tsombi powder and a hastily drawn map, Samedi gains entrance to the catacombs only to find four hooded imbeciles trying to huff sewage fumes from a mummified skull. He offers his wares and three of the mutants greedily accept, with predictable results...
Friday night and I needed a thrill
I'd swilled all the rot gut that I want to swill
And numbskull wasn't fitting the bill
Dug up a junkie, I shot up his brains
Inhaled some jenkem through a jugular vein
But nothing worked and I'm starting to twitch
"I've got a concoction that will scratch at that itch"
He had a skull full of voodoo blow
An avalanche of Caribbean snow
"What's in this shit?" "You don't wanna know..."
We blew some rails, we got loose
Settling in for a night of abuse
Dissector left with a flimsy excuse
The walls began to bleed
The catacombs to heave
Glowing serpents burrowed through
The melting cosmic void
Screaming through the nothingness
Our addled minds destroyed
Madness! Piercing the veil
Perceptions were warped, senses assailed
Crystalline thought-waves,luminous gloom
Organic magma, edible doom
Dilated pulsating orbs
One with the aether, egos absorbed
Phantasms shrieking, babies aflame
"I think this is bunk..."
"Man, that's totally lame"
It started kicking in
Fermentor cracked a toothless grin
A feeling so bizarre
"Tear this fucking place apart!"