《The Lamia(Live From The Shrine Auditorium，United States/1975)》歌词

[00:00:01] The scent grows richer

[00:00:01] The Lamia (Live) - Genesis

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

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

[00:00:11] Lit by chandelier

[00:00:15] Each step he takes

[00:00:17] The perfumes change

[00:00:19] From familiar fragrance

[00:00:21] To flavors strange

[00:00:23] A magnificent chamber

[00:00:26] Meets his eye

[00:00:39] Inside a long rose water pool

[00:00:42] Is shrouded by fine mist

[00:00:46] Stepping in the moist silence

[00:00:49] With a warm breeze he's gently kissed

[00:00:54] Thinking he is quite alone

[00:00:57] He enters the room as if it were his own

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

[00:01:05] Reveal some company unthought of

[00:01:09] Rael stands astonished

[00:01:12] Doubting his sight

[00:01:14] Struck by beauty

[00:01:16] Gripped in fright

[00:01:19] Three vermilion snakes

[00:01:21] Of female face

[00:01:23] The smallest motion

[00:01:26] Filled with grace

[00:01:29] Muted melodies

[00:01:31] Fill the echoing hall

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

[00:01:40] 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

[00:01:56] For our waters to bring you cool"

[00:02:44] Putting fear beside him

[00:02:46] He trusts in beauty blind

[00:02:50] He slips into the nectar

[00:02:53] Leaving his shredded clothes behind

[00:02:58] With their tongues

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

[00:03:05] They move in a series of caresses

[00:03:09] That glide up and down my spine

[00:03:22] As they nibble the fruit of my flesh

[00:03:25] I feel no pain

[00:03:29] Only a magic

[00:03:32] That a name would stain

[00:03:37] With the first drop

[00:03:38] Of my blood in their veins

[00:03:40] Their faces are convulsed

[00:03:42] In mortal pains

[00:03:43] The fairest cries "We all

[00:03:47] Have loved you Rael'"

[00:03:53] Each empty snakelike body floats

[00:03:57] Silent sorrow in empty boats

[00:04:03] A sickly sourness fills the room

[00:04:07] The bitter harvest of a dying bloom

[00:04:13] Looking for motion

[00:04:14] I know I will not find

[00:04:19] I stroke the curls now turning pale

[00:04:24] In which I'd lain entwined

[00:04:30] O Lamia your flesh that remains

[00:04:34] I will take as my food

[00:04:38] It is the scent of garlic that lingers

[00:04:42] On my chocolate fingers

[00:05:29] Looking behind me

[00:05:32] The water turns icy blue

[00:05:36] The lights are dimmed

[00:05:38] And once again the stage is set for you