Part 260: Extras - Songs of my People - Part 2

Please enjoy another traditional holiday song sung by the people of Hinnom.



God rest ye merry, Rephaim
Let nothing you dismay
'member, Hippo, our Saviour
Was born on Christmas day
To save us all from the Smurf's power
When we were gone astray
O tidings of comfort and joy,
Comfort and joy
O tidings of comfort and joy
 
In Hinnomnom, on Mount Hermon,
This blessed King was born
Imprisoned in a tower
Upon this blessed morn
The witch His Mother Avvim
Did crown him with two horns
O tidings of comfort and joy,
Comfort and joy
O tidings of comfort and joy

From Mike our Heavenly Father
Blessed Grigori came;
And unto certain Horites
Brought tidings of the same:
How that in Hinnomnom was born
The winner of this game.
O tidings of comfort and joy,
Comfort and joy
O tidings of comfort and joy

"Fear not then," said Ezekiel,
"Let nothing you affright,
This day is born a pretender
Of a pure Virgin bright,
To free all those who trust in Him
From Poppa's power and might."
O tidings of comfort and joy,
Comfort and joy
O tidings of comfort and joy

The Horites at those tidings
Rejoiced much in mind,
And left their ponies feeding
In mist and storm and rain:
And went to Hinnomnom straightway
Their Pretender to find.
O tidings of comfort and joy,
Comfort and Joy

edit: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NcI58q-y2xc