The Lamia

1. The scent grows richer,

he knows he must be here,

He finds a long passageway lit by

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chandelier.

Each step he takes, the perfumes change

From familiar fragrance to flavours strange.

A magnificent chamber meets his

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eye.

2. Inside, a long rose-water pool

is shrouded by fine mist.

Stepping in the moist silence, with a

warm breeze he's gently kissed.

Thinking he is quite alone,

He enters the room, as if it were his own

But ripples on the sweet pink water

Reveal some company unthought of

R1: Rael stands astonished doubting his sight,

Struck by beauty, gripped in fright;

Three ver-milion snakes of female face

The smallest motion, filled with grace.

R2: Muted melodies fill the echoing hall,

But there is no sign of warning in the siren's call:

"Rael welcome, we are the Lamia of the pool.

We have been waiting for our waters to bring you cool."

3. Putting fear beside him,

he trusts in beauty blind

He slips into the nectar, leaving his

shredded clothes behind.

"With their tongues, they test, taste and judge

all that is mine.

They move in a series of caresses

That glide up and down my spine.

4. As they nibble the fruit of my flesh,

I feel no pain,

Only a magic that a

name would stain.

With the first drop of my blood in their veins

Their faces are convulsed in mortal pains.

The fairest cries, 'We all have loved you,

Rael'."

R1: Each empty snakelike body floats,

Silent sorrow in empty boats.

A sickly sourness fills the room,

The bitter harvest of a dying bloom.

R2: Looking for motion I know I will not find,

I stroke the curls now turning pale, in which I'd lain entwined.

"Oh Lamia, your flesh that remains I will take as my food."

It is the scent of garlic that lingers on my chocolate fingers.

5. Looking behind me,

the water turns icy blue,

The lights are dimmed and once again

the stage is set for you.

(B/Eb C#6 B6 A#m7 E/G# Ebm/F# Fm7/5)