[[Intro — folk strings, hand drums, distant pack howls] [Low male voice] The moon is drunk tonight... And so are we. [Verse — earthy folk-metal groove] The village burned, the bells went black, We found a bottle in the wreckage and we passed it back. The kings are gone, the priests have fled, Someone put a crown on a wolf instead. Smoke in our lungs, ash in our hair, Barefoot dancing through the funeral square. They called us beasts— Well, here's the joke: We never promised we'd behave when the old world broke. [Pre-Chorus — soaring clean vocal, rising folk melody] Raise your glass to the silver sky, Let the dead sleep where the old gods lie. If tomorrow comes, we'll meet it teeth-first— Tonight we howl until the moon gets worse! [Chorus — huge clean vocal + gang vocals] ASHES UNDER THE MOONBONE! DANCING WHERE THE FIRE HAS GROWN! FANGS UP HIGH AND HEARTS UNCAGED— WE'RE STILL ALIVE, SO TURN THE PAGE! ASHES UNDER THE MOONBONE! SING IT LOUD SO WE'RE NOT ALONE! HEY! HEY! HO! HO! LET THE WILD BLOOD FLOW! [Verse 2 — heavier, playful growl accents] They painted us monsters, so we wore it with pride, Put a little more red on the wolf at our side. Every scar is a story, every tooth has a tale, And we've got enough stories to fill up the jail. The righteous can preach while the wicked complain, We'll dance on the rooftops and howl in the rain. No throne, no master, no heavenly plan— Just five damn wolves and a night to command. [Growled] COME AND JOIN US. [Pre-Chorus — clean] Every scar is a door left ajar, Every wound is a map to the stars. We're not saints— Gods forbid! We're simply what the darkness said we did. [Chorus — bigger] ASHES UNDER THE MOONBONE! DANCING WHERE THE FIRE HAS GROWN! FANGS UP HIGH AND HEARTS UNCAGED— WE'RE STILL ALIVE, SO TURN THE PAGE! ASHES UNDER THE MOONBONE! SING IT LOUD SO WE'RE NOT ALONE! HEY! HEY! HO! HO! LET THE WILD BLOOD FLOW! [Instrumental Folk Dance — driving drums, stomping rhythm, fiddle/folk-string melody, twin guitars answering the folk theme] [Circle Dance Breakdown — drums, bass, hand percussion] [Lead vocal] LEFT! [Crowd] RIGHT! [Lead] ROUND! [Crowd] ROUND! [Lead] WHO'S STILL STANDING?! [Crowd] WE ARE! [Band drops out] [Lead vocal] WHO ARE WE?! [Crowd] THE PACK! [Lead] WHAT DO WE WANT?! [Crowd] THE NIGHT! [Lead] WHEN DO WE HOWL?! [Crowd] NOW! [Mass Howl] AWWWWOOOOOOO! [Instrumental — explosive folk/power-metal guitar solo] [Bridge — dark, theatrical clean vocal] So let the old world sleep beneath the stone, We found something better when we lost our home. No angels came. No saviors appeared. Funny how freedom tastes better without fear. [Whispered] And if the moon should ask who started the fire... [Growled] Don't tell her. [Final Chorus — full band, massive gang vocals] ASHES UNDER THE MOONBONE! DANCING WHERE THE FIRE HAS GROWN! FANGS UP HIGH AND HEARTS UNCAGED— WE'RE STILL ALIVE, SO TURN THE PAGE! ASHES UNDER THE MOONBONE! ONE MORE HOWL BEFORE WE GO! HEY! HEY! HO! HO! LET THE WILD BLOOD FLOW! [Final Crowd Chant] HEY! HEY! HO! HO! WE ARE THE PACK! HEY! HEY! HO! HO! WE'RE NEVER GOING BACK! [Outro — folk instruments, laughter, distant howling] [Low male voice] The world's ending. [Beat] [Smirking] Try not to miss the party.
