(Instrumental) Mixed among the letters Was a young boy's school report About the three wise men And how they were nearly caught Now many books have
[Music: Paul O'Neill, Robert Kinkel] [Instrumental] MIXED AMONG THE LETTERS WAS A YOUNG BOY'S SCHOOL REPORT ABOUT THE THREE WISE MEN AND HOT THEY WERE
Käännös: Trans-Siberian Orchestra. March Of Kings / Hark The Herald Angel.
Wouldn't you like to come with me On a regular old-fashioned fantasy? Let the music come and carry you along Let your mind just wander Do you want to
Light all the fires, It's the King of the Rumbling Spires, Light all the fires, It's the King and he's coming home. We're so windy fair Priestess of my
Three...Four.... Du-duluddle, luddle, dau dau Du-duluddle, luddle, dau, dau Du-duluddle, luddle, dau dau Du-duluddle, luddle, dau, dau Ow!! The King of
Caminando por la calle Yo te vi Caminando por la calle Yo te vi Y un dia yo me enamore de ti Y un dia yo me enamore de ti Caminando por la calle Yo te
The brick house The green trees The parked cars The rainy street The brick houses The green trees The parked cars The rainy streets As I walked through
The wall on which the prophets wrote is cracking at the seams upon the instrument's object the sunlight brightly gleams where every man is torn apart
Frame by frame, if by drowning In your arms, in your arms Analysis Step by step, down by numbers In your arms, in your arms Analysis Frame by frame,
The wall on which the prophets wrote Is cracking at the seams. Upon the instruments if death The sunlight brightly gleams. When every man is torn apart
Close your eyes and look at me, I'll be standing by your side In between the deep blue sea and the sheltering sky If we find no words to say to the rhythm
King) Wait till Baby King comes to town now (Get ready for a Baby King) 'Cause here he come Baby King Baby King You got to get ready for a Baby King
Go tell this town I've built them all their coffins as for this face best to be forgotten "baby baby, I've got a reason to leave but I'm not going
Well, my head's in misery My heart's in a sling, I'm a walking Dr. Bill People, my whole life is full of pain Yes, I need my baby, people, I ain't signifyin
there lookin' it for you Safe white, you?re paying out for your health They?re the kings of the kerb They?re the kings of the kerb They?re the kings
't have He always wants more than everybody else King Sandbox, sees yours King Sandbox, wants yours Oh On top of his mountain Mountain of gold King