Near the acid-green river, Among the destroyed nature, Spending on the corroded Age-old pipes their leisure, Cybermutans are piercing Their ears with needles. In the center of decay Wind is bringing the feathers
Made of copper and steel. Feathers of the last mighty Who could see and could feel The sun shining so brightly. They could lose their touch With concerns of the life, Fly away to black skies, Thread their way through sharp knives.
And the thoughts that was born There in the pure reason Was their chance to escape, To break out from the prison. But all strengths unavoidably May be suddenly over. Bloody feathers was falling, Spinning as in hangover.
…Made of copper and steel. Feathers of the last mighty Who could see and could feel The sun shining so brightly. They could lose their touch With concerns of the life, Fly away to black skies, Thread their way through sharp knives.