A Faceless Death Songtext

when you die i'll rearrange your bones
into the shape of an animal you love
but o 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
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