Ghosting – The Cage lyrics

Here in my cage a courting face
Hear their pow-steps graceful sounds
Nineteen feet left nighteen lifes
Degenerated object of fear

See the line of nuns
Walking down the path
Each carrying a candle
And wearing black clothes
They're going to the cage where life is drained
They're going to the cage, to the cage, to the cage

Here in my cage a courting face
Hear the pow-steps graceful sounds
Nineteen feet left nighteen lifes
Degenerated object of fear
Countess Luna regards the line
She's to mediane between good and evil
There comes the skeleton company
The army of light breaks through