Ma fra va frammen maskas swor

Yees auf e violen a bru

The yellow leaves are impor

His finger e walla I eba



Ahh



The yellow the mark the why

It wont get this for for livin a

Some night it never felt a Norman

Aware that the old fag fight

Avat in the salt excuse of the horn



That there I was smoking

The Kristen marks of flaming swords

The curse of the impa-aler or yellow mist of winter

Free the sweet day yellow summer



Ahhhh eeee



Grant a new army soul and mind

Feeling your hair on t.v.s

666 slayer a losem

ralli art tires