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Dragon Moon

Fat, stupid, alone
He slumps the city streets.

The empty moon howls at the wind,
A call to The white wolves.

Shadows of the future explode
in uncertainty.

Freedom is his dungeon,
A predestined death bed awaiting.

ÒChaos, dragon of the moon,Ó
he cries
ÒSing fire from within the universal heart,
Release me from my power.Ó