Paris in the 17th, silent violence as it's meant to be, created in that century alchymistic experiments, to learn how to exterminate - one big city with a giant fate Friends while light, Fiends they are in the night Mistrust lies in their minds Poudre de succesion hunted by the chamber ardente but zeal will make the Fairest blood flow.
Pulverized death by only one breath
Exili's heritage
Science is fictional, a natural death becomes Mystical, oh a reality so cryptical. murder as art, the devil's mark as a farce The medicine seeks in the dark. No stench, no taste, an unsuspecting death to face, one never ending case Blood was shed, even the innocent are dead But Paris won't rest yet