Текст песни Abigor - 3 - Soil Of Souls

3. 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
Grow burns 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 man

& quot; Land shower & quot;

Unbelieving soul men -
Fertile land .
Like the twilight forest grown
On fallen leaves .
We manage the essence of death weakness.
Holiness - the worst gift of light
It has long been dead and passed,
Buried our sisters a long time ago .
While the sun rapes a day ,
Increases fire bottom.
Armored and reinforced the children of the moon,
And no blood keeps us alive .
Souls of unbelievers men flow through our veins .
One last silent scream
One last breath.
Instantly we emerge from the shadows
Inhaling someone else's soul
Unbeliever .