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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

Pulverized death

by only one breath

Exili's heritage