Text: Emilie Autumn. Absynthe.

Absynthe and Marigold
Make a good spell I'm told
Takes one away from the everyday place
Wormwood and Licorice
Cater to every wish
Rest for a moment and hide from the chase

Run from the meadowland
Rise up from the depths
Of the shallow white river that weighs my dress down
Out of the chimney I'm on my best broomstick
As smoke fills the sky close your eyes
Sleep little town

For the Absynthe flows like wine where I'm going
They say there's a demon
There probably is
But I've met the best of them
Keep the fire burning if you want to
I'll tell you when I get home if I do
Now close your eyes
And fly away to where they are dancing

When the sun sets behind the hill
I'll journey on until
I reach a circle of stones standing tall
Lit by a full moon
As bright as the high noon
And now a transparent veil covers us all

Start up the chanting
We sing a little louder
And try to forget what just won't go away
As the shadows grow larger
I'll let all my hair down
And lift up my eyes to the heavens
How shall I pray

For the Absynthe flows like wine where I'm going
They say there's a demon
There probably is
But I've met the best of them
Married them, slept with them and
Damned if I'm frightened away by the rest of them
When I close my eyes
I'll fly away

Poor Jane Brooks
Keep your apples to yourself
They're not too familiar with fruit of your taste
When you untie the winds
Let them fight against churches
And palaces, pyramids
Acting in hast
The ceremony of my seduction
Is not my illusion
I'll show you a thousand graves
Covered in aspen
You paranoid people
I'll make you believe
I'll make you believe
I'll make you believe
What you want to

Rosemary, Maidenhair
Wolfbane and maidens fair
Whisper the secrets we hid in the night
Call Horse and Hattock
Grimalkin and Paddock
I'll leave you the Columbine
Now to the flight

Summon the Spirit
For the town below is stirring
And say the words this world has no right to know
In the Kingdom of Darkness
I'll bow to another lord
Hear now the word
But you'll never find where I go

For the Absynthe flows like wine where I'm going
They say there's a demon
There probably is
But I'll be the end of them
Go on and send for them
So burn me and break me
You know I'll pretend for them
When I close my eyes

I shall goe intill ane catt
With sorrow and sych and a blak shott
And I shall goe in the Devellis nam
Ay will I com home again