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The Lamia

Genesis 1970-1975专辑

  • The scent grows richer
    He knows he must be near
    He finds a long passageway
    Lit by chandelier
    Each step he takes
    The perfumes change
    From familiar fragrance
    To flavors strange
    A magnificent chamber
    Meets his eye
    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
    Rael stands astonished
    Doubting his sight
    Struck by beauty
    Gripped in fright
    Three vermilion snakes
    Of female face
    The smallest motion
    Filled with grace
    Muted melodies
    Fill the echoing hall
    But there is no sign of warning
    In the siren's call"Rael welcomeWe are the Lamia of the poolWe have been waitingFor our waters to bring you cool"
    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
    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 allHave loved you Rael'"
    Each empty snakelike body floats
    Silent sorrow in empty boats
    A sickly sourness fills the room
    The bitter harvest of a dying bloom
    Looking for motion
    I know I will not find
    I stroke the curls now turning pale
    In which I'd lain entwined
    O Lamia, your flesh that remains
    I will take as my food
    It is the scent of garlic that lingers
    On my chocolate fingers
    Looking behind me
    The water turns icy blue
    The lights are dimmed
    And once again the stage is set for you
  • The scent grows richer
    He knows he must be near
    He finds a long passageway
    Lit by chandelier
    Each step he takes
    The perfumes change
    From familiar fragrance
    To flavors strange
    A magnificent chamber
    Meets his eye
    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
    Rael stands astonished
    Doubting his sight
    Struck by beauty
    Gripped in fright
    Three vermilion snakes
    Of female face
    The smallest motion
    Filled with grace
    Muted melodies
    Fill the echoing hall
    But there is no sign of warning
    In the siren's call"Rael welcomeWe are the Lamia of the poolWe have been waitingFor our waters to bring you cool"
    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
    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 allHave loved you Rael'"
    Each empty snakelike body floats
    Silent sorrow in empty boats
    A sickly sourness fills the room
    The bitter harvest of a dying bloom
    Looking for motion
    I know I will not find
    I stroke the curls now turning pale
    In which I'd lain entwined
    O Lamia, your flesh that remains
    I will take as my food
    It is the scent of garlic that lingers
    On my chocolate fingers
    Looking behind me
    The water turns icy blue
    The lights are dimmed
    And once again the stage is set for you