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