Interpret:

Tiamat

Album:

Clouds

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