i can't spread my wings in these garments
i can't spread my wings
i can't spread my wings in this world
i can't spread my wings
i won't die in these garments
i won't die
not in these garments of slavery
not on this peacefull world
i won't die in these garments
i won't die
not in these clothes
i will die like i am
naked and a warrior
by the blade i will die
the dream showed my grave
as a dig site of archiology
they stood over my dead corps
and got slain as i woke
i won't die in these garments
for i will die
with my wings spread
and my fur covered in stains
soft and wild
like i should be