The Howling

I woke this morning the ambition among the sky The damp among a shoulder the crisp among the sky Vocal among the acre the count of the sheet moment Of the blue ribbon that blow with wind For Hungary the spirit shine the light ego the deception sing the bridge I’m up all night the try maker bring in the winter I’m the hawk of the whistle that bring in among the star I’m the sound at night that howl past the moon To wake my spirit is to cease one man deed For Hungary the spirit shine the light ego the deception sing the bridge.