Take these strains
Meld them into the new organism
Birth a violent howl across the skies

Anything more alien
Would be an ally
Something holding alone
Against the dead sky

How long?
Howl,
Howl on

Examine the patterns
Graph them over countless lifetimes
Find the answer to gods and men

Anything more alien
Could fracture the skies
Nothing folding into bone
Making ribs into why

How long?
Howl,
Howl on

Theres a spark in your lungs turning your words to fire, your dragon's breath in my veins. Ice remains, hardened against the heat, but nothing stops these aches and pains. Retroactive pollination, interactive sublimation, you're going to see me dry.

How long?
Howl,
Howl on.