The holy and their rivals.
A day with a stranger.
Astray and in danger.
A little down,in Bethlehem tonight
God tests you very, gentlemen.
Deck your balls with burning holly
Away with a stranger.
Oh,do not frown in Bethlehem.We keep quite still and sigh.
Angels we have heard such cry
Zion’s fright.Wholly quite.
Spies with lights
Cries and slights
Can women bite?
Men shall fight
All is warm,set me alight
Dance in sight.
Schwardsvalder killed Himmler on sight kirschtartern de la petite chat de Lorraine
Mangled language.
The isthmus worries.
I’m getting buried in the mourning
How my heart sings 