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Let out your Howl

Lunar Howling Studios Maddison Harrison: Lead Vocals, Drums Alex Turner: Lead Vocals, Electric Guitar Jordan Smith: Bass Guitar Taylor Brooks: Keyboard Tim "Spirit" Kaltiea: Sound Editor, Lyric Writer, Publisher ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Lunar Howling and Lunar Howling Studios shape musical expression through a fluid, adaptive process, engaging advanced tools like Riffusion and other AI-driven methods alongside dynamic artistry. All lyrics remain the exclusive domain of the band members, while contributions merge to enhance presence, resonance, and depth. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ "Let out your Howl" A silent war begins to churn. Your lungs ignite. Your soul will burn. The pain you knew? It forged the blade. Now you rise—scarred, unafraid. Let heart restore. Show your core. When loss cuts deep and spirits strain— Remember this: your Howl remains. Let out your Howl. Fear is on the Prowl. No retreat. No dread. You rise instead. From ruins where despair reigned, Each trial—new power gained. Let your flame be fierce and true. Each act reveals what lives in you. Mistakes drove nails through sacred skin. Each scar a sigil burned within. You rise—not clean, not whole, but true. The myth now lives inside of you. Let out your Howl. Fear is on the Prowl. No retreat. No dread. You rise instead. Ozzy screamed through shattered spine. Steel in nerves. Pure pain divine. No fame could mask that brutal toll— His howl was carved from breaking soul. Even through the grind, he showed what’s real— Not power, not glory, just truth you feel. Even when the curtain had to lower— His story’s far from over. All of Heaven. All of Hell. Bow their heads to Ozzy’s bell. Let out your Howl. Fear is on the Prowl. No retreat. No dread. You rise instead. You howl through fractured breath. Fire in veins. Defying death. No mask. No peace. Just sacred ache. Your howl erupts. The world must break. Go down. Go loud. Go strong. Go proud. Go on. Go growl. Go Howl or go home. Between sorrow’s grip and dawn’s first flame, Let fury carve through silent shame. Your mind screams these words inside— I rise—scarred, with trembling hands. I am myth. I am man. I am defiance, taking a stand.