Deep under the darkened cities
 Beneath the overcrowded metropolis all over the living sphere
 In labyrinths of olden tunnels carved by forgotten forces
 sneaky revolution has taken form
 Insidious and unexpected
 Plugged into their mechanized training sockets
 The Pumpkins are ready to march on mankind

 Architects of a unique and healthy Masterplan
 To squash and seed once more
 In league to restore a long lost balance
 Blueprints are set for a new pulse
 And Orange shall be the color of salvation

 Heroic Icons of the vegetable supremacy
 mistreated garden, their ultimate purgatory

 They will row
 ...row without arms but with fervor towards distant clouds of fire
 Floating in steam powered boats made of stone, shells and ivy
 Grimacing faces at the bow of the vagrant entities
 Looming over saturated airwaves fields
 to behold hordes of barbarians sinking in hourglasses of concrete
 The Pumpkins are ready to march on mankind

 An elitist carnage for the satisfaction of a renewed greenhouse
 But only the heads shall burn!
 Hands and legs shall be spared to dance madly afterwards
 Freed from an unfair alliance by grinning ambassadors
 Earth's own orange vigilantes
 The Pumpkins are ready to march on mankind

 When shall rise the Pumpkins and their organic cohorts
 The reign of men as we know it will reach its conclusion
 ...and in a parody of ancient ways, halls of stained glass [bad word] the past
 festival of altered realities and manipulated perceptions
 Orchestrated by vain, secretive, faceless schemers 
 ...and in a parody of ancient ways, halls of stained glass [bad word] the past
 History repeats itself as usual