Call of the Bong

Eyes shining bright with flame

Sacrifice should be made

The high priest shall inspect

Noble seeds he will select

I offer unto thee

Behold the sack of weed

High praise shall not falter

Upon the altar

Once one has passed the gates

Martyrdom we create

Altar, throne, chosen few

You know what you have to do

I offer unto thee

Behold the sack of weed

High praise shall not falter

Upon the altar