SerenityThe very essence of perfumeComes in four very simple stages,They are no different to a musical note,That stains the plain white pages,The head,This assertive note,Will be the first you hit,That draws you in,The perfumery pit,The heart,It erases the first,Then plays a grand melody,To withhold the scent,,Of the perfect serenity,The baseThe last to evolve,The last to play,Together their grand duet,Will forever stay,However there is one fine tune,That dominates the rest,The aroma is rare,To rare to be found,Yet this may be for the best.
Orchestra Of The NightYou hear the moon howl at nightYou hear the screams of the rotting soulsThat cannot find their peaceful placeSo instead they ponder the narrow roadsThey wait until someone emergesFull of lifeFull of hopeTheir perfect victimThe streets are filled with anger and hateRevenge smothers their mindsPeople scream, the shadows groanFire and anguish is all that's leftBy day life begins to awakenThey stumble across the bloody battle groundWhere the war of the dead once layWhere the war of the dead once songThe rhythm of the night lingers in the airThe wind repeats their hymnsTill we meet again orchestra of the night.
The Hum Of The Broken SoulI act as your warrior,Guarding your life as if it's my own,However you have wondered too deep into shadows road,I must let go before you drag me down,So I sit here as I watch them take you,Down the fiery pit of hell,I will forever hum the tune of your broken soul.
When Fear Comes Out To PlayDown the narrow road,We must stay down low,We must blend with the Earth,,We mustn't be spotted by the retched crow,If so the alarm will be given,To those blood thirsty creatures,That hunt us down,Like the animals we are,We are safe during the day,But are vulnerable when the stares,Come out to play,They can smell us miles away,Our fear lingers in the air,But this seems familiar,But normally we are the predator,Hunting down our pray,And let our dogs fetch them as they lay,People knew this day would come,People knew karma would bite us back,For the feelings we lack,And take the soulless human being.
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