Vanna
I, The Collector
Hell is empty
They're surrounding us here
Back from the grave
For better or for
Worse you'd say
Without remorse
I am alive and
And living out
Living out my curse
Living my curse
I will never breathe life again
Death is my only friend
I'm the devil
That makes this hell
Will you survive
No man could tell
In my hand
I hold the world (I am death)
A stage for all (the collector of life)
Life stories told
When you die what
Will be yours (I am death)
A trail of lies that will never be heard
(the collector)
My words decay
With every single
Breath I take
So breathe it in
In hopes to ruin
Your lungs from within
I am death collector of life
I am revenge
The thief in the night
I am death collector of life
I am revenge
The thief in the night
The thief in the night
In my hand
I hold the world
A stage for all
Life stories told
When you die what
Will be yours
A trail of lies that will never be heard
Living my curse