The Story (...of a Murderer)

Abominable but gifted man

Smell of the city, disgusting realm

The name forgotten now

Lived in its age in the domain of scent

Amongst the sweat of bodies and putrefaction smell

The stench of sulfur rose from chimneys

The stench of rotting flesh from the wells

Beneath the gloss of blooming age, a whiff of loathly humans

An era when the scent was all the rage, a lack of morals

The air brings slightly a breath of her

A tender image of her body with red hair

Stroking her cheeks, feel the splendid smell

The edge of a knife flashes mighty in her cell

The name forgotten now

Lived in its age in the domain of scent

A power stronger than thousands of men, the air was heavy

A pleasure terror in his hands, and him standing steady

Whimpering human beasts, loud cries and moans

Beneath the gloss of moral age, it was infernal