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.
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