《The Lamia》歌词

[00:00:00] The Lamia - Steve Hackett

[00:00:01] The scent grows richer

[00:00:04] He knows he must be near

[00:00:08] He finds a long passageway

[00:00:11] Lit by chandelier

[00:00:16] Each step he takes

[00:00:17] The perfumes change

[00:00:19] From familiar fragrance

[00:00:21] To flavors strange

[00:00:24] A magnificent chamber

[00:00:27] Meets his eye

[00:00:40] Inside a long rose water pool

[00:00:43] Is shrouded in fine mist

[00:00:47] Stepping in the moist silence

[00:00:50] With a warm breeze he's gently kissed

[00:00:55] Thinking he is quite alone

[00:00:58] He enters the room as if it were his own

[00:01:02] But ripples on the sweet pink water

[00:01:06] Reveal some company unthought of

[00:01:11] Rael stands astonished

[00:01:13] Doubting his sight

[00:01:15] Struck by beauty

[00:01:17] Gripped in fright

[00:01:20] Three vermilion snakes

[00:01:22] Of female face

[00:01:25] The smallest motion

[00:01:27] Filled with grace

[00:01:30] Muted melodies

[00:01:31] Fill the echoing hall

[00:01:37] But there is no sign of warning

[00:01:41] In the siren's call

[00:01:47] Rael welcome

[00:01:49] We are the Lamia of the pool

[00:01:55] We have been waiting

[00:01:57] For our waters to bring you cool

[00:02:46] Putting fear beside him

[00:02:49] He trusts in beauty blind

[00:02:53] He slips into the nectar

[00:02:56] Leaving his shredded clothes behind

[00:03:01] With their tongues

[00:03:02] They test taste and judge all that is mine

[00:03:09] They move in a series of caresses

[00:03:12] That glide up and down my spine

[00:03:25] As they nibble the fruit of my flesh

[00:03:28] I feel no pain

[00:03:32] Only a magic

[00:03:36] That a name would stain

[00:03:40] With the first drop

[00:03:41] Of my blood in their veins

[00:03:44] Their faces are convulsed

[00:03:46] In mortal pains

[00:03:47] The fairest cries

[00:03:49] We all

[00:03:50] Have loved you Rael

[00:03:56] Each empty snakelike body floats

[00:04:00] Silent sorrow in empty boats

[00:04:06] A sickly sourness fills the room

[00:04:10] The bitter harvest of a dying bloom

[00:04:15] Looking for motion

[00:04:16] I know I will not find

[00:04:22] I stroke the curls now turning pale

[00:04:26] In which I'd lain entwined

[00:04:32] Oh Lamia your flesh that remains

[00:04:36] I can take as my food

[00:04:40] It is the scent of garlic that lingers

[00:04:44] On my chocolate fingers

[00:05:31] Looking behind me

[00:05:34] The water turns icy blue

[00:05:38] The lights are dimmed

[00:05:40] And once again the stage is set for you