| Holy, holy, holy | |
| There is no other story | |
| Holy, holy, holy | |
| It is blindly seeking my story | |
| Holy, holy, holy | |
| Would you like to know me? | |
| And don't fall unless to free | |
| And lonely seeking as they need | |
| Further choice and secrets our heart stores | |
| We are the only way in my real world | |
| A children for the blessed, for an old count | |
| A tri-star upon your mind in my delight | |
| All they say is, can we contain this? | |
| A human, you're his precious | |
| And I, oh sure, know this | |
| When everyone should know this | |
| Holy, holy, holy | |
| There is no other story | |
| It is blindly seeking my story | |
| We will be who we want to be | |
| Further choice and secrets our heart store | |
| We are the only way in my real world | |
| A children for the blessed, for an old count | |
| A tri-star upon your mind in my delight | |
| Ah, you will be mine | |
| Ah, you will be mine | |
| Ah, you will be mine | |
| Ah, you will be mine |