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!
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