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!