We Three Kings of Orient Are

["Pomp and Circumstance"] We three kings of our yandar, Daring gifts we traverse afar, Field and fountain, more and mountain, following younger star.

Oh, star of one, star of night, star with royal beauty bright, westward leading, still proceeding, Light us to the perfect world. O come, only faithful, joyful and triumphant, O come, me, O come, me to bear,

I need to bear planning. Love and beholden, born the King of Angels. O come let us adore Him. O come let us adore Him. O come, badass, adore me in Christ, the Lord.

Joy to the world, the Lord is come, let earth receive our King. Let every heart prepare Him rule, and heaven and nature sing. And in nature is even And trust me Have a pair And make sure From Hollywood, the Red Sculptance Show Brought to you by