[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