Soil Of Souls Lyrics - Abigor

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