Testo The Cage

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