This mighty beast,
What fur covers your back,
That these mechanisms haven't touched?
In what ways have we not polluted you?
These rusty chains lock you in this world,
Only to damage you,
Bringing strife.
Creatures of bone and decay,
In which ways will nature not take you back,
Uncoil the wires that fasten your skull,
Unmold the marrow from these pipes,
For how are we to save you,
From this nightmare?