El Coyote - Goatsnake

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