Servitude Of Souls Lyrics - Incurso - Spawn Of Possession

Souls are to some 

the key to living 

but these can be severely hidden. 

a cellar so sordid 

home to a doctor born morbid. 

his quest in life 

was to cut out souls with his knife. 

snatched his victims 

after night's fall, random targets 

all humans have a soul 

then one night, out and stalking he saw a glow 

around a lonely walker whom he tracked, jumped and overthrew 

this had to be a special one, 

he tied her up and brought her home. 

dragged downstairs, head bumped the steps, all bruised and swelled 

on the gurney strapped and gagged her screaming yap 

steady breath 

behind the surgical mask no thought 

of giving anesthesia 

servitude of souls, master robbing anima [2x] 

the knife went deep, the shining grew 

her spastic body of pain showed proof 

secret sermon uttered for the soul to stay intact before caught 

she bit off her own tongue 

a jar of glass placed carefully next to the... 

...open wound she watched her soul slip into it 

closed the lid and smiled as he let her die, 

cold and empty. now came the time to merge with glowing treasure of his 

his dirty glasses reflected his hands as they slowly opened a drawer 

pulled out a vast collection of jars 

they all contained his victims sparks 

the thievish doctor had formed a plan 

through surgery insert them all into his body 

slashed a laceration and poured them in, the dead was lying rotting and wouldn't miss a thing 

servitude of souls, master robbing anima [2x]