Of hatred and of burning castles
I was awoken by the cry
A thousand black, and flying, vessels
A murder of crows filled the sky
Whistle Blowin'
Dark Wolves showin'
One way down from here
Into the Den of Dogs
Same old blues I've been thinking of
My hand in a lonely paw
In the mourning of companions
The dead moon meets coyote's eye
A red, red flash – a sailor's warning
Reflects the moon in her eyes
Whistle Blowin'
Dark Wolves showin'
One way down from here
In to the Den of Dogs
Same old blues I've been thinking of
My hand in a lonely paw
In to the Den of Dogs (Whistle Blowin')
Same old blues I've been thinking of (Dark Wolves showin')
My hand in a lonely paw (Whistle Blowin')
Same old blues I've been running from
(Whistle Blowin')