B/Eb C#6 The scent grows richer, B6 A#m7 he knows he must be here, E/G# Ebm/F# He finds a long passageway lit by Fm7/5- chandelier.
B/Eb C#6 Each step he takes, the perfumes change B6 A#m7 From familiar fragrance to flavours strange. E/G# Ebm/F# A magnificent chamber meets his Fm7 E7+ eye.
( G#m/Eb E G#m7/F# E B/Eb B4/E B/Eb E7+ )
B/Eb C#6 Inside, a long rose-water pool B6 A#m7 is shrouded by fine mist. E/G# Ebm/F# Stepping in the moist silence, with a Fm7/5- warm breeze he's gently kissed.
B/Eb C#6 Thinking he is quite alone, B6 A#m7 He enters the room, as if it were his own E/G# Ebm/F# But ripples on the sweet pink water Fm7/5- Reveal some company unthought of -
Cm Ab/C Cm7 Ab/C Bb6 Rael stands astonished doubting his sight, Ab7+ Eb Eb/D Struck by beauty, gripped in fright; Cm Ab/C Cm7 Ab/C Bb6 Three ver-milion snakes of female face Ab7+ Eb F The smallest motion, filled with grace.
Gm Dm F7+ C7+ D Muted melodies fill the echoing hall, Gm Dm F7+ C7+ F7+ C7+/9 D But there is no sign of warning in the siren's call: Gm Dm Am/E Em Bm F#m C#m G#m "Rael welcome, we are the Lamia of the pool. A E A E F#m C#m We have been waiting for our waters to bring you cool."
B/Eb C#6 Putting fear beside him, B6 A#m7 he trusts in beauty blind E/G# Ebm/F# He slips into the nectar, leaving his Fm7/5- shredded clothes behind.
B/Eb C#6 "With their tongues, they test, taste and judge B6 A#m7 all that is mine. E/G# Ebm/F# They move in a series of caresses Fm7 E7+ That glide up and down my spine.
( G#m/Eb E G#m7/F# E B/Eb B4/E B/Eb E7+ )
B/Eb C#6 As they nibble the fruit of my flesh, B6 A#m7 I feel no pain, E/G# Ebm/F# Only a magic that a Fm7/5- name would stain.
B/Eb C#6 With the first drop of my blood in their veins B6 A#m7 Their faces are convulsed in mortal pains. E/G# Ebm/F# The fairest cries, 'We all have loved you, Fm7/5- Rael'."
Cm Ab/C Cm7 Ab/C Bb6 Each empty snakelike body floats, Ab7+ Eb Eb/D Silent sorrow in empty boats. Cm Ab/C Cm7 Ab/C Bb6 A sickly sourness fills the room, Ab7+ Eb F The bitter harvest of a dying bloom.
Gm Dm F7+ C7+ D Looking for motion I know I will not find, Gm Dm F7+ C7+ F7+ C7+/9 D I stroke the curls now turning pale, in which I'd lain entwined. Gm Dm Am/E Em Bm F#m C#m G#m "Oh Lamia, your flesh that remains I will take as my food." A E A E F#m C#m It is the scent of garlic that lingers on my chocolate fingers.