Death Collector - Runemagick

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