the starlight mints the twilight showdown Lyrics

Spurs on both his mighty infant tears of our oil,
Prince Augustus
Pasta with the lack of razor crowned a princess
Biding off aside, I must distance the rival.
Tell you something.
Shouting with her brass conduction,
Prince Augustus
Sond the trumpet
Welcome to the twilight showdown!

Fighting with his eyes combusted,
Prince Augustus
Shouting with her head of mustard
Welcome to the twilight showdown!

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