Tiamat – Smell Of Incense

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 my 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