[Intro] [Delicate, haunting acoustic fingerpicking] [Soft ambient swamp noises, crickets] [Vocals soft, sweet, and eerie, sung like Thom Yorke] [Verse 1] Wandering past the willow weeping in the marsh The midnight air is gentle, never biting, never harsh A single glowing emerald floating through the reeds A tiny little dancer planting luminescent seeds I follow in my nightgown, barefoot in the muck Trusting in the magic, trusting in my luck A fairy of the wetlands, a beacon in the gloom Leading me away from the safety of my room. [Chorus] [Acoustic guitar strums softly, mournful cello joins] Oh, little fire fly, shimmering so bright Guiding me deeper into the velvet night Dance above the water, hover in the haze I could follow your emerald for the rest of my days. [Verse 2] [Subtle, low bass note drones underneath the acoustic] The mud is getting thicker, swallowing my toes But the beautiful green lantern elegantly glows It bobs and it weaves like a pendulum of glass Drawing me closer to the center of the grass I hum a little lullaby to keep the fear away The fairy seems to listen, telling me to stay I reach my tiny fingers out to catch the glowing spark Standing waist-deep in the stagnant, heavy dark. [Chorus] [Slightly louder acoustic strumming, uneasy dissonance] Oh, little fire fly, shimmering so bright Guiding me deeper into the velvet night Dance above the water, hover in the haze I could follow your emerald for the rest of my days. [Bridge] [Acoustic guitar slows down to a stop] [One single, echoing pluck] [Silence for two seconds] [Verse 3 - The Twist] [Massive, earth-shattering doom metal distortion blasts in] [Slow, crushing drum beat] [Vocals turn into a horrific, distorted wail] The emerald isn't flying, it’s attached to a stalk! The mud beneath my feet begins to violently walk! A gaping cavern opens where the water used to be! Rows of jagged daggers rising up to swallow me! It isn't a fairy! It’s a biological lure! A subterranean anglerfish, ancient and obscure! Evolved to hunt the forest, buried in the clay! And I just walked willingly straight into the tray! [Outro] [Crushing, slow-tempo heavy riff] The green light fades to black! The jaws are slamming shut! No way out of the swampy rut! [Abrupt heavy cymbal crash and silence] [End]
