(Intro – slow, ominous)
This ain’t a goodbye…
This is a warning.
They buried the name
Not knowing wolves don’t stay in graves.
(Hook)
Light the road with the ashes of the past
Say a prayer for the scene—it couldn’t last
Wolves don’t die, we just fade into the smoke
Hear the howl in the dark, feel the city choke
This a requiem song for the nights we bled
For the friends we lost, for the words they said
If the street’s got a pulse, yeah it knows our name
Coyote Cartel lives—let ‘em mourn the flame
(Verse 1)
Candles flicker on chrome, rain on the hood
Every name we remember carved deep in the wood
They sold the culture cheap, traded soul for a post
Now they ghosts in the crowd while the real ones coast
We stayed quiet when the vultures got loud
Let ‘em dance on the grave, let ‘em play like they proud
Every burnout a prayer, every pull a vow
We ain’t chasing tomorrow—we own right now
They turned brotherhood into numbers and likes
We kept blood in the circle, stayed ready to fight
(Hook)
Light the road with the ashes of the past
Say a prayer for the scene—it couldn’t last
Wolves don’t die, we just fade into the smoke
Hear the howl in the dark, feel the city choke
This a requiem song for the nights we bled
For the friends we lost, for the words they said
If the street’s got a pulse, yeah it knows our name
Coyote Cartel lives—let ‘em mourn the flame
(Verse 2)
Funerals for clout, headstones made of lies
We watched em crash out chasing moments that die
This ain’t hate—it’s truth in a lowered tone
The road remembers everything you’ve shown
We built this from sparks and empty tanks
From handshakes, long nights, and zero thanks
If they ask where we went, tell ‘em underground
Learning how to move quiet, learning when to sound
Now the silence breaks heavy like glass on brick
Every howl hit harder when it’s earned, not scripted
(Bridge – stripped, chilling)
Pour one out for the nights we survived
For the ones who never made it back alive
This ain’t mercy, this ain’t peace we claim
This is legacy carved into flame
(Final Hook – aggressive, rising)
Light the road with the ashes of the past
Let the city feel the echo when we pass
Wolves don’t die, we return when it’s time
Requiem done—now we crossing that line
This the end of the fake, beginning of real
If you feel that chill, yeah you know the deal
Say goodbye to the scene that forgot its name
Coyote Cartel remains—let ‘em mourn the flame
(Outro – whispered)
This ain’t a funeral for us…
It’s for what tried to replace us.
Wolves don’t die.
They wait.
