In Battle There Is No Pot - Cannabis Corpse

Begin the training, Your strength must grow

My ancient wisdom will now live through you

OBEY!

I am your master

BOW!

You lack discipline

Control the power that grows within you

A great warrior shall you soon become

The final lesson that will be taught

In battle there is no pot!

Every thousand years a tournament is held

In the realm of strife

There you must fight for your life

Fighters from far off lands wage combat to the death

For the prize of very dank hydroponic herb

With focused mind and deadly strikes

Prove yourself to the gods

Rising up the honored ranks to face one final foe

Welcome warriors!

The gods of pain have brought us here to honor them with

blood!

Let the fight begin!

The ultimate test of your will has come

You step into the pit showing no fear

Wise ones gather to witness

The climactic confrontation

The crowd begins to murmur a skunky smell fills your nostrils

They open the gates to allow the champion to enter

Behold the behemoth of bud

Its gnashing jaws its ripping claws

Tearing at your flesh

Blood spills to the ground

Hopelessly you try to fight

At the last moment before you surely die

You manage to see a torch blazing nearby

REACH!

It is in your grasp

FLAME!

Now a weapon

Ignite!

The vile creature

As it burns you somehow survive