The Lamia (2008 Digital Remaster)

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 flavours 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 has 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 sirens call:
'Rael, welcome
We are the Lamia
Of the pool
We have been waiting
For 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 all have 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 Id 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