The Lamia Steve Hackett (Ft. Nik Kershaw)

The scent grows richer, he knows he must be here
He finds a long passageway lit by chandelier
Each step he takes, the perfumes change
From familiar fragrance to flavours 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