Translation: The Kings. Rejoice And Be Merry.
a desert of stone And I dreamt of my future wife My sword's in my hand and I'm next in command In this version of death called life My plate and my cup
be a very merry after all Holiday Inn with tinsel and mistletoe Holiday Inn, one bed and HBO The whole world is rejoicing with family and friends And
be the One to guide us As another new year starts And may the spirit of Christmas Be always in our hearts. In every prayer and every song The community
sects and promised lands Are you ready for the gods? Martyrs, killers holding hands Do not fight the odds The dying angel said drink up Be merry and be
So let's get together and sing Sing, sing, sing Let's sing a song about spring Let's twitter and tweet Like the birdies in May Get into the mood And be merry
's a Merry Christmas, in wonder we rejoice Nothing could be better than the Christmas here with you Family joined together, loved ones old and new As
desert of stone, And I dreamt of my future wife. My sword's in my hand, And I'm next in command, In this version of Death called Life. My plate and my
Are you ready to all meet God? Bart's killers holding hands Do not fight - the odds Try to make'em sick - drink up Be merry and be dead Chorus Jim
merry motherfucking Christmas" And the world will start rejoicing And the choir boys start to sing And the lords of leaping give the ladies in waiting And
, everyone lies, like the focks on the rocks, and the musical box. Oh, there's Mum and Dad, and good and bad, and everyone's happy to be here. There'
salvation Christmas cards And snow filled yards And children wondering Rejoice All awaken Rejoice Quickly hasten Rejoice For the newborn king Rejoice For the vision Rejoice
you ready to all meet God? Bart's killers holding hands Do not fight - the odds Try to make'em sick - drink up Be merry and be dead Chorus Jim
you ready to all meet God? Bart?s killers holding hands Do not fight - the odds Try to make'em sick - drink up Be merry and be dead CHORUS Jim Jones
a desert of stone, And I dreamt of my future wife. My sword's in my hand, And I'm next in command, In this version of Death called Life. My plate and
