Poem by Cliffarson
Jolly Old Saint Nekothus
Put your claw away
please don't kill a single soul
while I run away
Atysmas is here right now
The burning desert's cold
if you don't chase me too far
I think I may grow old.
Jolly Old Saint Nekothus
Put your claw away
please don't kill a single soul
while I run away
Atysmas is here right now
The burning desert's cold
if you don't chase me too far
I think I may grow old.