Devil Doll The Girl Who Was... Death 08 Lyrics

Welcome, my freind!
Here whole generations
Of ghosts
Have raised
Their eyes and wings
Each morning
To unbounded s___e
With the innocent joy
Of crysalids
Greeting
Their final metamorphosis
And in the evening
They're dead and dropping
Like lifeless flowers
Swayed by the plaintive
Whistling of the wind
You must learn, we are all p___s
On this hopeless chessboard;
Your move!