| [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 |
