Luyện nghe bài hát Servitude of Souls

Souls are to
the key to
but these can be hidden.
a so sordid
home to a born morbid.
his quest in
was to cut out souls his knife.
his victims
after night's fall, random
all have a soul
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 tied her up and her home.
dragged downstairs, head the steps, all bruised and swelled
on the strapped and gagged her screaming yap
steady
behind the surgical mask no
of anesthesia

servitude of souls, master robbing anima

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

servitude of souls, master robbing anima