The Scent No. 13th-Tears of Martyr

Had not even seen the light And was immersed in filth Abandoned, but he received one unique gift A sense of smell like no other human being ever had And here begins the story of his ultimate quest Searching for a perfume for his soul In the fleeting realm of scent Preservation of beauty and discovery Of the scent number thirteenth! Searching for a perfume for his soul In the fleeting realm of scent Preservation of beauty And this is the scent from the heaven above! He’s obsessed to possess The Last One of the Scents To rule the Earth and to be loved as well It’s in her, now locked in, a forbidden treasure No one but he could track her down from miles away! Searching for a perfume for his soul In the fleeting realm of scent Preservation of beauty and discovery Of the scent number thirteenth! Searching for a perfume for his soul In the fleeting realm of scent Preservation of beauty And this is the scent! Thirteen notes inside this little flask A Perfume of Gods One drop and he was absolved from all his crimes Not a misfit anymore, now an angel in disguise Soaked in The Scent, offered to be devoured by the crowd Searching for a perfume for his soul In the fleeting realm of scent Preservation of beauty and discovery Of the scent number thirteenth! Searching for a perfume for his soul In the fleeting realm of scent Preservation of beauty And this is the scent from the heaven above!