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