A Million Mushrooms-The Gothic Archies

[00:05.54]A million mushrooms fill the field [00:11.00]Where marchers' bodies lately fell [00:16.47]More marchers marching heavy-heeled [00:21.84]Release more spores that march as well [00:33.62]Across the twilit shadow ground [00:38.71]And over long-bewildered farms [00:44.23]Through palaces, where not a sound [00:49.24]Is heard, though there should be alarms [01:00.50]But winter comes and only ice [01:06.05]Is crushed beneath the marching feet [01:11.29]In all the land where once was rice [01:16.66]There now is nothing fit to eat [01:27.71]Except mushrooms which nourish not [01:33.38]The body, nourish not the mind [01:38.67]And often poison, eating rot [01:44.10]The marchers march insane and blind