is falling All I hear is noise Everything is falling All I hear is noise Aim low hit low Aim low hit low And we'll give you back your halo For your flaming red hair
fight Lancelot, his semblance radiates a mystic might Hair from underneath his helmet, and the red helmet feather Wave in the wind like a licking flame
be human "Art Thou my Destiny?" Whilst we embraced Moonlight touched Thy soft Lips Such pale Skin, as white as purest Snow Wind curled Thy ebony Hair
