Prince of the Howl

Copyright © 2025 @aAa@ He walked in smoke, with thunder in his bones. A preacher in leather, speaking in tones no choir ever dared to hum. He kissed the night, bit the moon till it bled. They called him beast, but he fed the dead their lullabies on black vinyl beds. He howled for the lost and they howled back. A crown of rust, a soul off track. But in the noise, he found his name — and lit the dark with holy flame. They threw their stones, but he wore each scar like medals made from broken stars. He howled for the lost and we howled too. A twisted hymn the angels knew. So when the silence starts to fall — we raise our glass to the prince of the howl. ╭────────────────────────────╮ │ ♫ ♪ ♬ ♩ ♫ ♪ │ │ │ │ @ a A a @ │ │ │ │ ♬ ♩ ♫ ♪ ♬ ♫ ♩ │ ╰────────────────────────────╯ These lyrics are written and owned by The Leftovers 🎈 / @aAa@. https://suno.com/@a__a__a @kane974 Please do not copy, share, or adapt them without permission. Thank you for respecting the creator’s work. Lyrics Creation: © 2025 The Leftovers 🎈 / @aAa@ Music Arrangement: © 2025 @aAa@ Copyright © 2025 @aAa@ All rights reserved.