I, The Collector - Vanna

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