《The Lamia(Live From The Hammersmith Apollo， London/2013)》歌词

[00:00:01] The scent grows richer

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

[00:00:07] 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

[00:00:24] A magnificent chamber

[00:00:27] Meets his eye

[00:00:39] 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

[00:01:10] 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

[00:01:24] 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

[00:01:46] "Rael welcome

[00:01:48] We are the Lamia of the pool

[00:01:54] We have been waiting

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

[00:02:43] Putting fear beside him

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

[00:02:51] He slips into the nectar

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

[00:02:59] With their tongues

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

[00:03:06] They move in a series of caresses

[00:03:10] That glide up and down my spine

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

[00:03:26] I feel no pain

[00:03:30] Only a magic

[00:03:33] That a name would stain

[00:03:37] With the first drop

[00:03:39] Of my blood in their veins

[00:03:41] Their faces are convulsed

[00:03:43] In mortal pains

[00:03:45] The fairest cries "We all

[00:03:48] Have loved you Rael"

[00:03:54] Each empty snakelike body floats

[00:03:58] Silent sorrow in empty boats

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

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

[00:04:12] Looking for motion

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

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

[00:04:23] In which I'd lain entwined

[00:04:29] Oh Lamia your flesh that remains

[00:04:32] I can take as my food

[00:04:37] It is the scent of garlic that lingers

[00:04:40] On my chocolate fingers

[00:05:26] Looking behind me

[00:05:29] The water turns icy blue

[00:05:33] The lights are dimmed

[00:05:35] And once again the stage is set for you

[00:05:50] The Lamia - Steve Hackett