You’d ask what life’s greatest gift is
You’d ask what the most precious kiss is
When moonlight dances upon your skin;
when an empire chose you to win.
It is the fall of man as we know,
it is a cherry blossom petal storm.
You’d ask me what I see
You’d ask me to believe
I see stardust walking in the streets,
feet that dance for the weak.
Mother nature blesses your soul,
let this one the world’s happiness hold.
It is written in stone, your name
It is a wonder, tip to toe, your name
It is written in stone, your name
It is a wonder, tip to toe, your name
It is a ballad, a musical soaring to the sun.
What do I see, what do I see?
Magic, standing before me,
it is in your blood, your bones.
What do I see, what do I see?
Magic coursing through me,
it is in your blood, your bones.
Grow as old as ancient trees,
be as weary as tales of old—
would my paradise be less? No.
Roar your battle cry against all gods,
be the devil itself—
would my ecstasy be less? No.
It is written in stone, your name
It is a wonder, tip to toe, your name
It is written in stone, your name
It is a wonder, tip to toe, your name
It is a ballad, a musical soaring to the sun.
You are the most priceless war, a cruel love
You are the demon in us all, a cruel love
I’d want nothing less, I’d expect nothing less.
Your name, your name
Your name, your name
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