[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