I feel a warm resistance beneath the outer layer
While one's new living organs leak through a thin veneer
Blue blood and royal body, elegantly posed to death
Not speaking French now, are you? Not breathing one more breath
Just now, the curtains folding in molten lies to rest
So, so this royal brother, you've loved your wife to death
Strong ways do not continue, you throw of able hands
I'm called towards the staircase and I've caught your violent hands
I'm elegantly posed to death (x8)
Your ways do not continue (x8)
You throw of able hands
I'm elegantly posed to death (x8)
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