Hear howls from the moon
Lonely souls that chill the bones
El coyote


Her moans from bellow
Choked in dust

Screaming skulls
Call their brothers


For so long these blues
Can be heard at night
For so long these blues

Are a pack of eyes

Some say like the crow

That this earth and everything
He created


El coyote cut a hole in a giants heart
And lava flowed


For so long these blues
Can be heard at night
For so long these blues

Are a pack of eyes
Pack of eyes.