Washed in white, no blood will flow
Ask me something; Something you would know?
(Unholy)
Be unto thou service for the world
Thou shall the crow service to mankind
(Unholy)
Shall the race be won by mere second
Tou shall not fortify his presence
(Unholy is the Marquis)
Unholy is the Marquis. Which he has become that of a different stratch. In length he meassures only a million quirks from a body that hasn't even touch romance.
Unholy is the Marquis in which he does not watch the life be destroyed by itself, and, therefore my friends, is he a sinner to his own thoughts and feelings?
Unholy is the Marquis in which he has become.
Unholy is the Marquis in which he wll die.
(Unholy)
(Unholy)
(Unholy is the Marquis)(Unholy)
(Unholy)
(Unholy is the Marquis)
(Unholy)
(Unholy)
(Unholy is the Marquis)
We....stand still... Behold the Marquis
Oh, Ode to the lives... What thought have we become
I am everything... That we can't even start to see
Simple dreams... (Unholy) See that we, in the mirror, you will see
Make me feel... (Unholy) That you, yourself, your friend, everyone
We are Unholy... (Unholy is the Marquis) We are the Unholy Marquis
From behind a curtain, do you not see that there is no man there? That there is only a mirror that reflects every single damned exact image it sees? That you are the Unholy (Unholy) Marquis? You may think that I am telling you lies but you have not stopped to ask yourself in all truth that perhaps these things such said are true, now have you? Have you? Thou shall the crow whisper in thy ear and tell me that a man has dove for nothing. What do you resolve for? We are one. One One. We are One.
Washed in white, no blood will flow
Ask me something; Something you would know?
(Unholy)
Be unto thou service for the world
Thou shall the crow service to mankind
(Unholy)
Shall the race be won by mere second
Tou shall not fortify his presence
(Unholy is the Marquis)
(Unholy)
(Unholy)
(Unholy is the Marquis)
Unholy is the Marquis.
This is mere fact.
A fact.
Un-able to disprove.
No theory.
And, my friend, Unholy friend.
You can never, never.
Make me feel
Unholy (Unholy) Unholy as the Marquis.
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