The Lamia (2008 Digital Remaster)-Genesis

[00:01.20]The scent grows richer [00:03.94]He knows he must be near [00:07.39]He finds a long passageway [00:10.98]Lit by chandelier [00:15.32]Each step he takes [00:17.03]The perfumes change [00:18.80]From familiar fragrance [00:20.68]To flavours strange [00:23.43]A magnificent chamber [00:25.76]Meets his eye [00:38.53]Inside a long rose-water pool [00:41.96]Is shrouded by fine mist [00:45.82]Stepping in the moist silence [00:49.01]With a warm breeze has gently kissed [00:53.66]Thinking he is quite alone [00:56.94]He enters the room [00:58.67]As if it were his own [01:00.81]But ripples on the sweet pink water [01:04.81]Reveal some company unthought of [01:08.55]Rael stands astonished [01:11.58]Doubting his sight [01:13.41]Struck by beauty [01:15.37]Gripped in fright [01:17.75]Three vermilion snakes [01:21.13]Of female face [01:22.90]The smallest motion [01:25.03]Filled with grace [01:28.41]Muted melodies [01:30.07]Fill the echoing hall [01:36.15]But there is no sign of warning [01:39.74]In the sirens call: [01:45.85]"Rael, welcome [01:47.89]We are the Lamia [01:49.81]Of the pool [01:53.52]We have been waiting [01:55.62]For our waters [01:57.54]To bring you cool" [01:59.87] [02:42.19]Putting fear beside him [02:45.33]He trusts in beauty blind [02:49.09]He slips into the nectar [02:52.24]Leaving his shredded clothes behind [02:56.92]With their tongues [02:58.80]They test, taste and judge [03:01.65]All that is mine [03:04.37]They move in a series of caresses [03:08.22]That glide up and down my spine [03:20.74]As they nibble [03:21.70]The fruit of my flesh [03:23.80]I feel no pain [03:27.61]Only a magic that a name would stain [03:35.18]With the first drop [03:36.92]Of my blood in their veins [03:38.89]Their faces are convulsed in mortal pains [03:42.61]The fairest cries: [03:44.02]"We all have loved you Rael" [03:51.31]Each empty snakelike body floats [03:55.11]Silent sorrow [03:57.24]In empty boats [04:01.23]A sickly sourness [04:03.27]Fills the room [04:05.08]The bitter harvest [04:06.66]Of a dying bloom [04:10.26]Looking for motion [04:12.04]I know I will not find [04:17.51]I stroke the curls [04:19.49]Now turning pale [04:21.43]In which Id lain entwined [04:27.79]O Lamia, your flesh that remains [04:31.35]I will take as my food [04:35.56]It is the scent of garlic [04:38.23]That lingers on my chocolate fingers [05:25.30]Looking behind me [05:28.39]The water turns icy blue [05:32.29]The lights are dimmed [05:34.16]And once again [05:35.84]The stage is set for you