Blood of the Unicorn Songtext
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Blood of the Unicorn Songtext
BLOOD OF THE UNICORN
There is a spiral on my face
Upon it a long and thin horn
It was made of a complete grace
Into purity I was born
I can deliver my poison
I am also able to heal
Your pain no matter the season
In my woodland I run to seal
The secrets of an animal
Protect me if you really can
I am not exactly normal
The research already began
Again they try to murder me
Iron under my feet is worn
Out, They come as an army
They have been searching for my horn
They have been searching for my art
Blood is falling from my white skin
My long sword is now a pink dart
I think that I pay for their sin
There is a circle around me
There is a rainbow over it
But will you still remember me
If I do not escape from heat?
Just because I was talented
Because I was gifted by life
Then I became the most wanted
A Unicorn and not a wife
Hunters are on the road
Haters are in my wood
I cannot say a word
I answer with my sword
Blood of The Unicorn
Hunters are on the road
Haters are in my wood
I cannot say a word
I answer with my sword
There is a spiral on my face
Upon it a long and thin horn
It was made of a complete grace
Into purity I was born
I can deliver my poison
I am also able to heal
Your pain no matter the season
In my woodland I run to seal
The secrets of an animal
Protect me if you really can
I am not exactly normal
The research already began
Again they try to murder me
Iron under my feet is worn
Out, They come as an army
They have been searching for my horn
They have been searching for my art
Blood is falling from my white skin
My long sword is now a pink dart
I think that I pay for their sin
There is a circle around me
There is a rainbow over it
But will you still remember me
If I do not escape from heat?
Just because I was talented
Because I was gifted by life
Then I became the most wanted
A Unicorn and not a wife
Hunters are on the road
Haters are in my wood
I cannot say a word
I answer with my sword
Blood of The Unicorn
Hunters are on the road
Haters are in my wood
I cannot say a word
I answer with my sword
Writer(s): Guillaume Heritier, Heloise Derly, Cedric Sanjuan, Thomas Baile, Thomas Baile Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com