The scent grows richer   He knows he must be near   He finds a long passageway   Lit by chandelier      Each step he takes   The perfumes change   From familiar fragrance   To flavors strange   A magnificent chamber   Meets his eye      Inside, a long rose water pool   Is shrouded by fine mist   Stepping in the moist silence   With a warm breeze he's gently kissed      Thinking he is quite alone   He enters the room, as if it were his own   But ripples on the sweet pink water   Reveal some company unthought of      Rael stands astonished   Doubting his sight   Struck by beauty   Gripped in fright      Three vermilion snakes   Of female face   The smallest motion   Filled with grace      Muted melodies   Fill the echoing hall   But there is no sign of warning   In the siren's call      "Rael welcome   We are the Lamia of the pool   We have been waiting   For our waters to bring you cool"      Putting fear beside him   He trusts in beauty blind   He slips into the nectar   Leaving his shredded clothes behind      With their tongues   They test, taste and judge all that is mine   They move in a series of caresses   That glide up and down my spine      As they nibble the fruit of my flesh   I feel no pain   Only a magic   That a name would stain      With the first drop   Of my blood in their veins   Their faces are convulsed   In mortal pains   The fairest cries, "We all   Have loved you Rael'"      Each empty snakelike body floats   Silent sorrow in empty boats   A sickly sourness fills the room   The bitter harvest of a dying bloom      Looking for motion   I know I will not find   I stroke the curls now turning pale   In which I'd lain entwined      O Lamia, your flesh that remains   I will take as my food   It is the scent of garlic that lingers   On my chocolate fingers      Looking behind me   The water turns icy blue   The lights are dimmed   And once again the stage is set for you