Vanna
Текст песни 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 living out,
Living out my curse, living my curse. x2
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)
In my hand I hold the world.
My words decay with every single breath I take,
So breathe it in hopes to ruin your lungs from within.

I am death collector of life,
I am revenge the thief in the night.
x2
The thief in the night. x2
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. x2