The Lamia Genesis akordy

Varianta 1/2

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1. B/E♭The scent grows C♯6richer,
   B6he knows he must Bm7be here,
   E/AHe finds a loE♭m/F♯ng passageway lit by
   Fm7chandelier.

   Each step he takes, the perfumes change
   From familiar fragrance to flavours strange.
   A magnificent chamber meets his
   Fm7eye.E7+

(Asm/Eb ^E ^A♭7/F♯ ^E ^B/E♭ ^B4/E ^B/E♭ E7+)

2. 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 

R1: CmRael sA♭tanCds asCm7tonished A♭douCbting his B6sight,
    A♭7+Struck by beauty, E♭grippedE♭ inD fright;
    CmThree ver-A♭milCion sCm7nakes of A♭femCale B6face
    A♭7+The smallest motion,E♭ filleFd with grace.

R2: GmMuted Dmmelodies F7+fill the C7+echoing Dhall,
    Gm        Dm    F7+     C7+     F7+    C7+/9   D
    But there is no sign of warning in the siren's call:
    Gm"RaelDm welcome,Am/E we are theEm Lamia Bm of theF♯m poolC♯m.A♭
    AWe have been Ewaiting Afor our Ewaters to F♯mbring you C♯mcool."

(F#m C#/F ^E♭4/B ^B ^E♭m/B ^B7 B)

Solo: (Eb7 C#7+/F Eb7 C#7+/F Eb7 Fm/B C#m/F#)

3. 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.

(Asm/Eb ^E ^A♭7/F♯ ^E ^B/E♭ ^B4/E ^B/E♭ E7+)

4. 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'."

R1: Each empty snakelike body floats,
    Silent sorrow in empty boats.
    A sickly sourness fills the room,
    The bitter harvest of a dying bloom.

R2: Looking for motion I know I will not find,
    I stroke the curls now turning pale, in which I'd lain entwined.
    "Oh Lamia, your flesh that remains I will take as my food."
    It is the scent of garlic that lingers on my chocolate fingers.

(F#m C#/F ^E♭4/B ^B ^E♭m/B ^B7 B)

Solo: (Eb7 C#7+/F Eb7 C#7+/F Eb7 Fm/B C#m/F#)

5. Looking behind me,
   the water turns icy blue,
   The lights are dimmed and once again 
   the stage is set for you.

(B/Eb ^C♯6 ^B6 ^A♯m7 ^E/G♯ ^E♭m/F♯ Fm7/5)

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