Luyện nghe bài hát Servitude of Souls

Souls are to
the key to
but these can be hidden.
a cellar so
home to a born morbid.
his in life
was to cut out with his knife.
snatched his
night's fall, random targets
all humans have a
then one night, out and stalking he saw a
a lonely walker whom he tracked, jumped and overthrew
this had to be a one,
he her up and brought her home.
dragged downstairs, head the steps, all bruised and swelled
on the gurney strapped and gagged her yap
steady
behind the surgical mask no
of giving

servitude of souls, master anima [2x]

the knife went deep, the grew
her spastic body of pain proof
secret sermon for the soul to stay intact before caught
she bit off her own
a jar of glass placed carefully to the...
...open wound she her soul slip into it
the lid and smiled as he let her die,
cold and empty. now came the to merge with glowing treasure of his
his dirty glasses his hands as they slowly opened a drawer
out a vast collection of jars
they all his victims sparks
the doctor had formed a plan
through surgery insert all into his body
slashed a laceration and poured them in, the dead was lying and wouldn't miss a thing

servitude of souls, master anima [2x]