Funeral procession

Kill pa ska vil mi kristne 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