Holiness on the head,
Light and perfection on the breast,
Harmonious bells below, raising the dead
To led them unto life and rest.
Thus are true Aarons dressed.
Profaneness in my head,
Defects and darkness in my breast,
A noise of passions ringing me for dead
attila hun tamogin khan
gengis tamogin kubla khan
kubla hun bonziiiiii tamgin kubla fawn attila hun
tamogin bonziii mother child father tribe
than came the word bonziii
ninjia tamogin bonziiiii attila kub-a-la tamogin hun
tamogin attila hun
Mattins was a nice poem