Smell Of Incense — Tiamat

The smell of flowers, the smell of grace If I could only find such a wonderful place The place not known before you die A paradise above the skies

The smell of incense takes me high Way up high where eagles fly

If I close me eyes I see it clear The visions are whispering in my ears The smell of pain, the smell of death The odour that is my last breath

The smell of incense takes me high Way up high where eagles fly