Key: B
B
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(b5)
chandelier.
B
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
E7M
eye.
G#m
E
G#m7/F#
E
B
B4
B
E7M
)
B
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(b5)
warm breeze he's gently kissed.
B
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(b5)
Reveal some company unthought of -
Cm
Ab/C
Cm7
Ab/C
Bb6
Rael stands astonished doubting his sight,
Ab7M
Eb
Eb/D
Struck by beauty, gripped in fright;
Cm
Ab/C
Cm7
Ab/C
Bb6
Three ver-milion snakes of female face
Ab7M
Eb
F
The smallest motion, filled with grace.
Gm
Dm
F7M
C7M
D
Muted melodies fill the echoing hall,
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."
F#m
C#/F
Eb4
Bb
Ebm
Bb7
Bb
)
Eb7
C#7+/F
Eb7
C#7+/F
Eb7
Fm
C#m/F#
B
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(b5)
shredded clothes behind.
B
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
E7M
That glide up and down my spine.
G#m
E
G#m7/F#
E
B
B4
B
E7M
)
B
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(b5)
name would stain.
B
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(b5)
Rael'."
Cm
Ab/C
Cm7
Ab/C
Bb6
Each empty snakelike body floats,
Ab7M
Eb
Eb/D
Silent sorrow in empty boats.
Cm
Ab/C
Cm7
Ab/C
Bb6
A sickly sourness fills the room,
Ab7M
Eb
F
The bitter harvest of a dying bloom.
Gm
Dm
F7M
C7M
D
Looking for motion I know I will not find,
Gm
Dm
F7M
C7M
F7M
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.
F#m
C#/F
Eb4
Bb
Ebm
Bb7
Bb
)
Eb7
C#7+/F
Eb7
C#7+/F
Eb7
Fm
C#m/F#
)
B
C#6
Looking behind me,
B6
A#m7
the water turns icy blue,
E/G#
Ebm/F#
Fm7(b5)
The lights are dimmed and once again the stage is set for you.
B
C#6
B6
A#m7
E/G#
Ebm/F#
Fm7(b5)
)