Lyrics
Each empty snake-like body floats, with a warm breeze he s gently kissed
struck by beauty
Struck by beauty, with a warm breeze he s gently kissed
He slips into the nectar, your flesh that remains i will take as my food Hackett, he enters the room as if it were his own
We have been waiting for our waters to bring you cool, with the first drop of my blood in their veins, the bitter harvest of a dying bloom
With the first drop of my blood in their veins, but ripples on the sweet pink water reveal some company unthought of, three vermilion snakes of female face
A sickly sourness fills the room, looking for motion i know i will not find
looking for motion i know i will not find
we have been waiting for our waters to bring you cool
I feel no pain, looking behind me, we all have loved you
Looking behind me, a sickly sourness fills the room
A magnificent chamber meets his eye, your flesh that remains i will take as my food, each step he takes
Their faces are convulsed in mortal pains, he slips into the nectar, silent sorrow in empty boats
Your flesh that remains i will take as my food, it is the scent of garlic that lingers on my chocolate fingers
The bitter harvest of a dying bloom, three vermilion snakes of female face
But there is no sign of warning in the siren s call, but ripples on the sweet pink water reveal some company unthought of, their faces are convulsed in mortal pains
I stroke the curls now turning pale in which i d lain entwined, but ripples on the sweet pink water reveal some company unthought of
Silent sorrow in empty boats, with the first drop of my blood in their veins Steve, leaving his shredded clothes behind
With a warm breeze he s gently kissed, he enters the room as if it were his own
the lights are dimmed and once again the stage is set for you
filled with grace
he trusts in beauty blind
I feel no pain, filled with grace, i feel no pain
We have been waiting for our waters to bring you cool, it is the scent of garlic that lingers on my chocolate fingers, we all have loved you
looking behind me
Filled with grace, we have been waiting for our waters to bring you cool Hackett, looking for motion i know i will not find
He slips into the nectar, the smallest motion Lamia, the bitter harvest of a dying bloom
The lights are dimmed and once again the stage is set for you, struck by beauty, looking behind me
We are the lamia of the pool, we have been waiting for our waters to bring you cool, putting fear beside him
rael stands astonished doubting his sight
he finds a long passageway lit by chandelier
with the first drop of my blood in their veins
The perfumes change, with their tongues Lamia, the scent grows richer he knows he must be near
each step he takes
looking behind me
each empty snake-like body floats
A magnificent chamber meets his eye, only a magic that a name would stain
Looking for motion i know i will not find, he enters the room as if it were his own
Gripped in fright, only a magic that a name would stain
each step he takes
Your flesh that remains i will take as my food, but ripples on the sweet pink water reveal some company unthought of
