When you die I'll rearrange your bones
Into the shape of an animal you love
But oh. then a faceless death
We knew would come
Forces me to make up one
I will cover your bone frame in fur
Construct wings from the bones of dead birds
These wings bound to your shoulders
With tendons from the body of a deer
And I will cover your bone frame in fur
Construct wings from the bones of dead birds
These wings bound to your shoulders
With tendons from the body of a deer
And when you die I'll rearrange your bones
Into the shape of an animal you love
But oh... then a faceless death
We knew would come
Forces me to make up one
I will cover your bone frame in fur
Construct wings from the bones of dead birds
These wings bound to your shoulders
With tendons from the body of a deer
