The lamia lyrics

Artist  : Genesis 
Song : The lamia
 

Rael touches his face to confirm that he is still
alive. He writes Death off as an illusion, but
notices a thick musky scent hanging in the air.
He moves to the corner where the scent is
stronger, discovering a crack in the rubble
through which it is entering. He tries to shift
the stones and eventually clears a hole large
enough to crawl out of. The perfume is even
stronger on the other side and he sets off to
find its source, with a new-found energy. 

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.

He finally reaches a very ornate pink-water pool.
It is lavishly decorated with gold fittings. The
walls around the pool are covered with a maroon
velvet up which honeysuckle is growing. From out
of the mist on the water comes a series of
ripples. 
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 -

Three snakelike creatures are swimming towards
Rael. Each reptilian creature has the diminutive
head and breasts of a beautiful woman. His horror
gives way to infatuation as their soft green eyes
show their welcome. The Lamia invite him to taste
the sweet water and he is quick to enter the
pool. As soon as he swallows some liquid, a pale
blue luminescence drips off from his skin. The
Lamia lick the liquid; very gently as they begin,
with each new touch, he feels the need to give
more and more. 
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 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.

They knead his flesh until his bones appear to
melt, and at a point at which he feels he cannot
go beyond, they nibble at his body. Taking in the
first drops of his blood, their eyes blacken and
their bodies are shaken. Distraught with helpless
passion he watches as his lovers die. In a
desperate attempt to bring what is left of them
into his being, he takes and eats their bodies,
and struggles to leave his lovers` nest. 
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 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.