The memory of a howl of a wolf echoes
Through the cavity of a skull half concealed in the moss
Summoned by the ghost this cry invokes
A figure, hunched and wandering, reclaims spirits lost
A cottage filled with ivory piles
Collections of remnants of lives long replaced
This newest addition the final piece
She begins to articulate a lupine beast
Sing to the bones
(Canta a los huesos)
Sing to the bones
The bones begin to stir
Tracing a sigil in fireplace ashes
With gnarled fingertips
A spell on her lips
The bones begin to stir
Sing to the bones
(Canta a los huesos)
Sing to the bones
The bones begin to stir
Ensorcelled by her spirit
Enfleshed by her song
La Loba transmogrifies