Tom: B
Introdução:
B C#6
The scent grows richer,
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he knows he must be here,
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He finds a long passageway lit by
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chandelier.
B C#6
Each step he takes, the perfumes change
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From familiar fragrance to flavours strange.
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A magnificent chamber meets his
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eye.
B C#6
Inside, a long rose-water pool
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is shrouded by fine mist.
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Stepping in the moist silence, with a
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warm breeze he's gently kissed.
B C#6
Thinking he is quite alone,
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He enters the room, as if it were his own
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But ripples on the sweet pink water
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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."
B C#6
Putting fear beside him,
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he trusts in beauty blind
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He slips into the nectar, leaving his
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shredded clothes behind.
B C#6
"With their tongues, they test, taste and judge
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all that is mine.
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They move in a series of caresses
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That glide up and down my spine.
B C#6
As they nibble the fruit of my flesh,
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I feel no pain,
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Only a magic that a
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name would stain.
B C#6
With the first drop of my blood in their veins
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Their faces are convulsed in mortal pains.
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The fairest cries, 'We all have loved you,
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Rael'."
Cm Ab/C Cm7 Ab/C Bb6
Each empty snakelike body floats,
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Silent sorrow in empty boats.
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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,
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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.
B C#6
Looking behind me,
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the water turns icy blue,
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The lights are dimmed and once again the stage is set for you.