Death Collector

In the moment of your last breath He opens his jaws of death Soul asphyxiation and decay Your death becomes his trophy In the halls of eternal death Claws of darkness around you Come to his kingdom Enter through the gates To the realm of the death collector Twisted rigor mortis Impaled on the walls "Come to me, I will let you bleed...Bleed" Death collector He sits on his throne of frozen corpses Beholds his collection of death Drinking blood from your skull In a toast for torment and pain In his halls of eternal death. Enter through the gates. Your rotten limbs fall to the ground To be eaten by the rats Just a skull and some bones Is hanging on the walls Death collector