She wears her clothes in any style
Such magic refined is Nure
How scary it is
To know such a wonder
A wonder of many elements, I presume
Oh the falters of our evening stars
Brings out extraordinary results
Oh truth or dare? Covenant or snare?
I shall rise till many stars become
Oh dear, I\'m sorry
The wayward works of purity
Become enlightened by the hands of you
For Nure, you are one of a kind
Strengthened by the hearts of true
For I am inspired by your fashion
Your fashion so true
And I shall honor you with a sword
A sword so true
Shall you live in a house that is pure?
Well tie your might to a yellow string, darling
And watch it float away
I shall bless you with a kiss
From afar;
Oh tied and true
Is the imminence of you
Run away little girl, run away.