We three kings of orient are baring gifts, we’ve traveled so far. Field and fountain moor and mountain following yonder Star. Born a king of bethel ham’s plain gold I bring to crown him again. King forever ceasing never over us all to reign. Star of wonder Star of night Star if wonder beauty bright. Westward leading still proceeding. Guide us to thy perfect light. Frankincense to offer have I, incense owned a deity nigh. Prayer and praising, voices raising. Worshipping God on high. Myrrh is mine. It’s bitter perfume breathes a life of gathering gloom. Sorrowing, sighing, bleeding dieing, sealed in a stone cold tomb.

LOL, I just thought that that song was appropriate for this dye.

Crimson Phoenix 🐤🔥