Текст песни ABIGOR - Soil Of Souls

Souls of infidel men
Is a fertile soil
Like dusky forests 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
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Grow burns below
Armoured and strengthened are the sons of the moon
And not blood keeps us alive

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