We hold light for this day, we illuminate the dark, rain-slick caverns where the wolves stay. We pray for each day, we want destruction and chaos, our feast of languages and the castles we navigate. We burn the banners and wax-hot with your rage, we breathe fire, and we glow, our scales are red and green and yellow, the elegance and choking smoke, we breathe in the flames and set everything alight. We watch the people turn to ash, crumble and fall. We claw at the clouds, we want to kill it all, we want silence among the soft sun and the snowfall.