Abigor - Soil Of Souls lyrics

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Souls of infidel men

Is a fertile soul

Like dusky forest grow

On fallen leaves

We draw the essence of mortal weakness

Holyness - the worst gift of light

Is long dead and gone

Buried by our sisters ages ago

Whilst the sun rapes the day

Grow borns below

Armoured and strengthened are the sons of the moon

And not blood keeps us alive

Souls of infidel men flow through our veins

One last silent scream

One last breath

The moment we appear from the shadows

To inhale another soul

Of an infidel men