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.