The Mushroom Throne

Sat atop my mushroom throne, gazing at the world bellow
Smoke runs high up into the air, from the remains of the human's lair
Worshipers gather all around, to praise Froglord from the ground
High on the fumes of my ectoslime, I laugh as this world now is mine

Nature reclaims this land of hers
From the damaged caused by the polluters

As I watch over this world while the planet restores
I am joined by reptilians, from the swamp where I was born

Nature reclaims this land of hers
From the damaged caused by the polluters
Nature reclaims this land of hers
From the damaged caused by the polluters
Nature takes back the planet earth
Destruction leads to spiritual rebirth

The age of the Frog now is here
Pledge allegiance or my wrath you fear
The world is consumed, it's the swamps time
You live by the fuzz or you die by the slime