Artist: Dead Southern Tree
Album: Metamorphosis [2011]
Song: The Emerald Nymph
Link: www.facebook.com/deadsoutherntree

Lyrics:
Your Throat sings a different song
This is the night to end it all
Numb your mind with my little lover
Take her hand, high on emerald fire

Im High on fire!
Im High on fire!

Your soul entwined with her essence
Swirling down with unpure thoughts
Heavens gate still far from reach
Riding through this purgatory's flick

"...sip the icy opal; endure till all things change insensibly before your eyes, you changing with them; till you become as gods...
From: Absinthe: The Green Goddess, by Aleister Crowley"

High on emerald fire
We ride the world as gods
Liquid charm of release
On angels wings we feast


Dead Southern Tree [2011]