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 bra** 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!