Sleep, Wizard

The wizard will rise to conquer the skies Minions bow down Finally awake Inhale, undertake Ripping on clouds to get fried Breathing in fumes created by gods resulting in eternal sleep, there is no return Horned men attempt to awaken this consciousness but there is no hope, the deed is done The evil king will no longer bring greens to his kingdom An empty throne Whereabouts unknown Civilization crumbles Horned men obtained a serum to revive the dozer from his curse Intaking the potion, the wizard’s eyes open Waking up to a state of mind out of this universe Just to fall unconscious again Sleep, wizard, sleep It’s better this way, the minions are now free The minions now smoke the greens of their horns and flip off the wizard