The smell of disharmony
Makes a tear hit the ground
To the state of misanthropy
Is the soul of every man bound

The smell of disharmony
Makes a tear hit the ground
To the state of misanthropy
Is the soul of every man bound

Standing on a misty shore
Gazing into the night
Buried emotions from within
Came clear before my sight

Wicked winds whisper
And it enters the dark
See grotesque pictures of pain
And my mind sets its mark

The smell of disharmony
Makes a tear hit the ground
To thе state of misanthropy
Is the soul of evеry man bound

Now I see why I came here
I resent that foul day
The day they took you away
I don′t want to be free
Face to face with my demise
No one will hear me scream
Should I make the sacrifice
These scars will mend the same

As the wind dries my last tear
In the moonlit reflection
Your face suddenly appears
I'm drawn to the affection

The smell of disharmony
Makes a tear hit the ground
To the state of misanthropy
Is the soul of every man bound

Now I see why I came here
I resent that foul day
The day they took you away
I don′t want to be free