As i ponder thoughts so weak and weary
in a darkness night that's oh so dreary
a fowling howl calls out the moon
to terrorize thy neighborhood

a sight be seen
across thine eyes
a terrible sight
a morning plight

for thou hast called her out of doom
in midnight trance we hear a boom
from corners of the dark abyss
a thunderous cry will soon amiss

so heed thy warnings
of dark and chills
and graveyard mornings
fresh from the mill

and you will see the eery sight
of past, present, future all ignite
the one we call the main "el baca"
cries out to lord BOOM SHAKALAKA!