Lyrics The Perfume - Inquisidor

Grenouille was born in France son of a harlot, son of a cheap romance
No one will know, no one will cry
His future life will turn on homicide
No one can smell the human essence
In the way that he does
He selects the best scents
Just to murder you
Come to smell The Perfume
No one will know
Come to smell The Perfume
No one will cry
Come to smell The Perfume
Come to smell The Perfume
Thirteen young women had to die
To get her beauty smells
And everyone questions why?
What is the thing that the murderer
Searching for
What is the thing? What is the thing?
Grenouille was trapped
And all the people want his blood
He will die, dying in pain
Crushing all his bones
A hundred of people is together
To see the execution
But now the crowd is confused
And beggin' for a pardon
Guitar Solo
Well now The Perfume is complete
And bobody can resist
The sick smell is in the air
To drive you crazier
Will drive you crazier
Will drive you crazier
Grenouille is back again
But only to die
In the way that he just wants
And it was a cannibal act
Come to smell The Perfume
No one will know
Come to smell The Perfume
No one will cry
Come to smell The Perfume
Grenouille has died
Come to smell The Perfume
Grenouille, Grenouille...